I'm enjoying the feel of getting rid of things; yesterday, I bid farewell to one of my recliners (I'm keeping the other) as it was hauled off for use in the show I'm doing--boy, did they get lucky, though I'm going to ask the theatre for a receipt so I can write it off my taxes. I've written another theatre to see if they want my minidisc player--they may not, I think they're finally switching to computer playback, though I'm sure there is some small company somewhere that can use it. And just now I finally posted the Craigslist ad to sell my sampler that I've been meaning to sell for um, two years now? Three? I just checked and it still boots up and works fine--they built them tough in those days--so with any luck it'll net a few hundred dollars.

I'm debating about whether to sell the organ keyboard I bought in grad school; I find myself not really wanting to give it up, but the truth is that I won't have room for it, and more importantly, I can't play piano, so there's not much point holding on to it when I'm sure someone out there would love to own it--aside from dust, it's in excellent shape. (Also, it looks like it's such a well-regarded keyboard that I could get as much or more for it than I originally paid new. Wow.)

And then there's all the crap I get to throw out: old scripts and theatre programs, clothing, the detritus that piles up when you've lived anywhere for a significant length of time. I won't really get to start on that until this show is open--too much going on until then--but I'm really looking forward to it.

In other news, as much as I would like to use a local company, the national moving line is estimating me at $1000 less. That may change when they look at my stuff, and it's also pretty likely that the locals were overestimating (I gave them a high number on boxes I expect to move, just because I know me), but that's still enough of a difference that I may not have a choice.