My living room doesn’t normally look like this …
But I just returned from a moving sale with all this loot: swivel recliner and hassock, seven-foot fiberglass step-ladder with paint shelf, wooden folding table, tin snips, two caulk guns, two rolls of self-adhesive drywall tape (unopened), gas can, large full bottle of Rain-X, super-duper adjustable drywall square, baby gate, two rugs, door mat, four-foot bubble level, never-used handmade afghan, doggie bistro, flexi-leash with scoop bag attachment, 100 feet of nylon rope (unopened), heavy-duty extension cord, hacksaw, etc. etc. etc.
Oh yeah, and one beach chair with two attachable umbrellas. Looks ridiculous, I know, but those’ll come in handy for sitting outside on those days when the weather can’t decide what to do.
That doesn’t include the oak-base cafe table I haven’t yet brought inside and the giant dog kennel (big enough for a great Dane or great Pyrenees) that the folks having the sale are going to give me next week, along with any other dog stuff they turn up as they pack.
And one good old metal 50s-vintage Electrolux canister vacuum cleaner (in then-fashionable aqua) that I almost forgot because it’s buried under all that other stuff in the photo. Works like a champ, too.
Total cost $43.
The sad part is that the sellers (nice people who used to own a business in town) are getting rid of all this stuff because they’ve lost their home and have to move into subsidized housing in civilization because of medical problems.
The good part is that my champion garage-saling friend and I got an exclusive ramble through their house and shop ahead of their regular sale — and they’re holding a 22-foot aluminum extension ladder for me until I make up my mind whether I want it or not. If it were fiberglass, I’d snatch it in a second. Aluminum? Dunno.
So what do you think? Should I go back and buy that extension ladder for $20?