My search for a place to sell the old stuff in my mom's house finally paid off today. I had found a place in Frederick, Maryland, and emailed that store this morning. For several hours, I checked my email over and over, hoping to hear back. Eventually I did; the store isn't currently buying. But the owner suggested a place that might be. I spoke with the owner of the second shop -- really, a mall with many antique vendors -- and she said she would like to take a look. She's especially interested in the vintage clothes, which is good because I have a lot of them. If I can get rid of those, along with the knick-knacks and other items I have, not only will I take a few bucks home with me, but I will also have less stuff to fret over taking home or leaving behind. I'm ecstatic!
I also managed to track down a store that buys and sells, of all weird things, eight-track tapes. It was a shot in the dark. As I told the guy who owns the shop, I don't care about making a fortune on any of this stuff, but I would like to keep it in circulation if other people will use it. He said that's the reason he opened his record store; I like that we are of one mind on that.
The clock is running out on anything and everything I want to accomplish up here. Every moment, I hear the tick-tock. Meanwhile, I was scheduled for more scoring hours, my classes start in a few weeks, and I got an email from my writing client asking me to pick up several other projects, including an editing job. I feel like my life has always been one of feast or famine. No wonder I have a hard time with moderation! At least the carload is becoming more manageable by the day, and life will seem easier once I get home.
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