Today was the first day of our epic Moving Garage Sale. We had gone through everything in the house ruthlessly, and added some things from Shana's dad's house. At 6:00 am this is what our driveway looked like. Shana, John, Shelly and I were ready to do battle with the marauding hordes by 7:00 am. Rita slept in and joined us a little later. One guy showed up just after 7, skinny, mild mannered, and puny. He noted what he wanted , dickered a little, and told us he'd be back to pick up his choices later in the day. This is what his truck looked like when he was ready to leave - and he loaded up nearly everything without any help. I was amazed - I had to shake his hand! the funny thing was he hardly seemed to spend much time thinking about how to load up. He's done this a fair number of times, and he just sort of casually selected what to put in next. We helped him a little bit - mostly just pushing the top of a large piece toward him so he could get the weight properly set on his hand truck (that was the only piece of equipment he used). It was all I could do not to sing the theme from the Beverly Hillbillies as he drove away. Tomorrow will be the second ( and last) day of the sale. We made most of our money today; tomorrow the name of the game is "get rid of as much stuff as possible". Sunday we send the good leftovers to "Le Shop" at Epworth United Methodist. The rest we'll box up and call Goodwill to pick up. After Sunday the packing begins. We have nearly a month until moving day, but we have so much scheduled between now and then that we'll need to get started right away.