Ten-Finger Exercises

checking in briefly

Just so you'll know I'm still around, even though I haven't even been reading blogs for the past week, let alone writing! I've been ebaying, a frustrating task. I had bids on six out of 8 items, and then discovered I hadn't measured an inseam and the pants had evidently been shortened. I sold one pair listed at 30" and had to contact the buyer and tell him the unfortunate discovery. Now I've relisted them, just shorter.

I was afraid I'd listed a pair that Bill was wearing!

It's a nuisance to find boxes to pack things in, but if you're not making much anyway, that's what you have to do. Sigh.

I listed my first of Mother's sterling tonight. It's called a marriage cup, and even though I have no use for it, it's very pretty. The thing is, I can't keep all her things, even if they are pretty, and I know I value them higher than someone is willing to pay, which is not exactly the same thing as what they're worth. I am too attached to things.

I could try to rewrite this and make it clearer, even humorous, but a flat of impatiens is getting impatient to be planted and night is drawing nigh.