I’m one of these people who feels burdened if I have too much stuff. And believe me, I’ve got quite a burden built up over the years.

My solution? Why, I usually donate bags of clothes and doodads to Goodwill. Every few years, though, I get the urge for a garage sale. It’s 2004, and it’s time.

This afternoon, I convinced Pete to help me move the treadmill from the basement to the garage. It’ll be our showpiece – the big item that makes the sale-goers curious. We had used it religiously for several years, but then Pete started jogging outside, and I decided nothing was more boring than treading. It’s just been taking up space.

Treadmills are awkward and heavy objects. We almost were stuck on the stairs a few times, and Moon had to help me push. Triumphantly we dragged the beast out the door.

My spider sense tells me I have a lot of work ahead.