I wish I had just kept my mouth shut and let somebody else handle the problem.
You may have read the saga about cleaning out a deceased aunt's apartment after her death. She had some collections that nobody knew what to do with. After some deliberation, I volunteered to try to sell the stuff and rented a booth in a "vintage" mall and divide the proceeds among her sisters. The rent was $125 per month. At the beginning of March, I hauled the stuff to the booth and set it up. Very little of it has sold, not even enough to cover the rent. I gave notice to the mall owners yesterday that I will be pulling out of the booth at the end of April. Before this week is up, I am going to put a "50% OFF!" sign in the booth to try to move some of it.
What am I going to do with this stuff? I dread the thought of packing it all up, and then what will I do with it?
IT IS NOT COMING TO MY HOUSE.
To be continued . . . .
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