Today has been hard. I'm having a garage sale to pare down some of the stuff in the house. I've got a bunch of your clothes and shoes and military stuff for sale. The military stuff is selling well, but as usual, not much else is.
It's so difficult to give up your stuff. I don't want it here any more, but it feels like letting you go too soon. You don't need the stuff, and you would definitely be in favor of getting rid of it. But it makes me cry. You hardly wore anything but sweatpants and sweatshirts (or t-shirts and shorts, depending on the weather) the last 10 years, but I look at your clothes and remember times when you wore them to work, or for family celebrations. You wore those corduroy pants all the time. I'm keeping your cashmere sweater, obviously. It will complement my collection, since I didn't have a chocolate brown one.
I'm glad to get rid of your military stuff. I don't know if I resent the Army for making you the way you were or for not figuring out how to keep all the veterans with suicidal thoughts alive. But I don't need the 5 American flags, assorted uniforms, random specialty pieces, or anything else. I know you were proud of your service, and very harsh when talking about anyone who hadn't served who wanted to determine US policy. I'm just sort of indifferent to it all now. I'm sure I will be angry later.
I got into an argument with your daughter, as John Jr. decided to tell me how to do something that I was already in the middle of doing. 🙄🙄🙄 She left me to do all the work for the garage sale. Little does she know that she's on duty tomorrow. Maybe she will also inherit your ability to sell stuff along with your annoying habit of assuming I'm incompetent.
I still have all the baseball cards, tractors, and pocket watches. That's going to take a while longer to disperse. I'm more than a little irritated that I have to deal with all that stuff. It's very distressing to have a bunch of things that you want to get rid of, but can't just give away because you know they're worth money. So, thanks for that.
I did sell that stupid vacuum you chose. Sure, it was only $60, and it worked well enough, but the hose came off every time I tried to vacuum. I'm hoping the new one I ordered will make it easy to vacuum the stairs and keep the dog hair under control. It also claims that it won't get hair wound up in it. That will save us a lot of trouble. It will (supposedly) also vacuum the bare floors with ease, so maybe I can get rid of the other vacuum too. Why do we have 4 vacuums, anyway?
As I type "supposedly," I suddenly miss hearing you say "supposably" even though it drove me up a wall every time you said it.