The Power of Influence
Since starting work on Kathy's house, I've met lots of her neighbors. I felt bad when we were over there on the weekend, because I'd get out of the car and neighbors would wave at me. I'd shout, "Hi Sam, how ya doin'?" Of course, Kathy has never met Sam, and here I am, buddy-buddy. I remind her that with her long hours and her hour-and-a-half evening commute, there was no way she was able to meet her neighbors.
I discovered something very convenient about her neighborhood. It turns out if you drag a piece of furniture to the curb, chances are that it will be gone in as little as ten minutes…within an hour at the most! Now that's a de-clutterer's dream. Our home is in a more secluded area and we don't have that kind of traffic, so I'm enjoying this while I can.
The funny thing is that this weekend I decided to move a piece of exercise equipment to the curb. I'd been storing it in Kathy's garage for, oh, four or five years, and I had to face the fact that I wasn't going to use it again. (Don't keep exercise equipment that makes your neck hurt! It's bad!) It was too heavy for me to lift into a van, so I decided to drag it to the end of the driveway and mark it free. By the next morning, a neighbor across the street had also moved exercise equipment to the curb and marked it free.
Because our neighbors back home started working on their garages once I was seen working in ours, Kathy thinks I have some strange power of influence. "If you rented a clown to stand in front of the house waving at people," she said, "I bet within a week everyone else would have clowns, too!"
Ack...clowns? Shudder...now that's a scary thought!
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