I slept late this morning, since I’d been up late last night posting items for sale on Facebook sale sites. Since I’ve been successful at selling a few things there, my wife has decided to try her hand, except she makes ME do the posting. It wouldn’t be so bad, but my wife never does anything halfway. She now has 31 years of “stuff” that she has decided to sort through and sell some of. She wants to thin her things out, and enjoys getting the money. At the same time, I can tell that it really shakes her up to part with her belongings. I’ve been doing it for years, but this is something new for her. Since folks will only pay pennies on the dollar for most things, I can only imagine the monetary loss she’s suffering.
After taking the Mighty Dachshund out for the second time this morning, we sat on the porch and watched a storm approach. There wasn’t a lot of breeze at ground level, but the clouds were moving along fairly well. The birds were out doing their thing at what seemed like a faster pace, trying to fill their bellies before they had to weather the storm, I suppose. As the thunder got closer, a gobbler on the next ridge began to shock gobble with every rumble from the heavens. I thought that he would surely lose his voice when a passing jet added its noise to an especially long jostle of “the old tater wagon.”
We met a lady in town today who bought a couple things from my wife. She was obviously not hurting for cash, but she still thought she had to get the price knocked down. Most folks just allow for that by asking a little more than they’ll take just to satisfy the egos of all those folks who have to think that they need to have the upper hand in the deal. I don’t know who thinks their fooling who.
I have one item advertised that’s a little more expensive than most things I’ve sold. I did a search to find what such things were bringing and priced it a little on the low end of the scale, since we’re in such an economically depressed area. Even then, some guy who moved here from out-of-state tried to get me to reduce it considerably, but I didn’t. In fact, it was all I could do not to tell him to go back to where he came from. Guys like him come here and steal our jobs and then complain about our state and brag about their own. I figure if it’s so great elsewhere, don’t let the door hit you on the backside.
I’ve managed to get some applications and resumes turned in this week, plus had one job interview. Interestingly enough, it was in a McDonald’s parking lot, standing by the back of a garbage truck. Dern right I’d do it, the pay is very good and I’d get the exercise I need! He’s already interviewed seven other guys, though, so who knows.
I’ve been following the goings on at the Bundy Ranch in Nevada. I believe the BLM would have turned it into another Ruby Ridge if they’d had the chance, but they may be too much in the spotlight now. If there’s going to be a civil war in this country, it may well begin at some such event that our insane government thinks is insignificant. I pray it doesn’t come to that, because I think OBAMA is hoping for exactly that, so he can declare martial law and never leave office.
I really believe the Lord may be coming before long. I’m almost to the point of wishing he would. © 2014