I’ve packed up some of my treasures; a stuffed Glinda the Good here, a wooden Japanese comb there, a purple crystal ball, some seashells, a ‘St. Patrick’s Day Savannah’ mug. They’re in boxes in the attic, along with the exercise ball I don’t use enough. Some of the records, CDs, and DVDs are now in my bedroom closet.
I should probably put some books away too—there are too many for the shelves.
And maybe take the Cornelius and Zira figures off the marble table in the foyer.
Then we’ll be ready for that sign in the yard.
FOR SALE.