My wife and I have a few things for sale on Facebook, but everybody wants a deal. To even get any interest, you have to price things at 10-20 percent of their original value, even if they’re unused. Then, some folks immediately try to get you to lower your price. I was raised that you didn’t try to haggle if you haven’t yet even seen the product. I realize that some folks only have so much to spend, but if they can’t afford the price listed, why would they even call? I swear, I believe that if you offered free solid gold bars, some jerk would ask how much you’d pay him to haul them away!
Some folks seem to feel entitled, too. I’ll never forget the couple (obviously dealers) who came to a yard sale we had and offered an insanely low amount for our whole porch-full of stuff. I told them that if we didn’t get enough to make it worth our while we’d just give it to charity. They could barely contain their wrath as they asked why we’d turn down their offer just to give it away. I just told them that if they thought our prices were too high, that they could check the following week and see if the Salvation Army priced the stuff any lower than we did. They left very unhappy folks. We always hear about dishonest merchants, but sometimes I think we need to remember that the customer should have a little couth, as well.
The Easter flowers (daffodils) are beginning to come into bloom around here. You can often spot old homesteads through the still-bare woods by seeing clumps of yellow flowers in the distance. There’s a spot I know of between a couple large businesses and the railroad tracks where a small rise has a flat top and a huge old maple tree. I told my wife that I was positive there was once a house there. Sure enough, when we went by today, the small stand of young timber now covering the area was filled with yellow and white blooms. When everything else is gone, the Easter flowers seem to remain and thrive.
As I sat on the porch with the Mighty Dachshund this evening, I saw the first bat of the year, flying back and forth over our side lawn. I hope he thins the mosquitoes well, I saw the first of them when the snow was still on. Unlike my wife, I like seeing them around, knowing that they prodigious eaters of bugs. You can get too many in a barn, though. We’ve had so many in times past, that their guano began ruining too much hay. So, we had to thin them down. THAT”S not an easy job! We’ve had two bats get in the house over the years, too. I’ve learned to turn on every light in the house and keep them moving. They eventually seek the darkness outside the open door.
I’m starting to watch for spring greens. It won’t be long now. My wife complained so much about the smell that I promised I wouldn’t cook any more in the house. I didn’t think they smelled at all, so I suppose it’s really just a way to keep me from using the kitchen. She doesn’t seem to mind the smell of cooked cabbage, even though I tell her that “it smells like it’s already been et once.” I really should try watching for morels this year, too, but I think the deer get them all around here. My wife thinks I’m weird eating wild foods, even though she grew up with a mother who foraged. I tell her that they’re the only truly safe foods that you can get. Oh well, her loss.
I found a home for the “invasive species walking stick” from my previous post. A young man that I used to work with has a severe weight problem and is beginning to walk the trails in a nearby park. (I should do the same.) He was impressed by the stick’s appearance, so I gave it to him. He seemed to really appreciate it. I’m glad it’s going to a good home. © 2014