Relationship Disconnect

Politics has killed one of my relationships – one that spanned 31 years.  It’s sad – senseless even.  It didn’t have to end this way.  I tried to ignore the negatives and concentrate on the positives, but I could only take so much.

It was a phone call that made me realize it was over – another call with constant nagging about their political views.  It didn’t matter if I agreed or disagreed; they refused to listen to me.  It was like I was talking to a machine!  The audacity!  The arrogance!  I reached my breaking point.

Yes, my husband and I decided it was time to pull the plug on our home phone.  It was during the last presidential election season that we realized the end was near.  So, after much agonizing and gnashing of teeth, we have stepped into the present times and no longer have a land line in our house.  I will miss my “298” number, but I won’t look back.  I’m not sure what I’ll do when all the automated political machines find my cell number, but I can’t think about that right now.  I need only embrace the silence; oh, and remember that I don’t have to check my home answering machine any more.  Old habits are hard to break.

For Sale on Ebay

For Sale on Ebay

Life is One Big Learning Experience

Bob's Bag of Corks

Bob’s Bag of Corks

My recent household reorganization (see last post) led me to have a garage sale.  I learned a few things in the process:

Stuff that nobody wanted from my last garage sale has not grown in popularity.

Bob must have a secret plan for our Ziploc bag of corks.  Otherwise, why won’t he let me sell them?

I still hate doing garage sales.  They are exhausting, but I’m thankful we did one.

I also unearthed things that would be better sold on eBay.  I sat down with my laptop to begin the process and quickly became overwhelmed with the details of setting up an account.  I concluded that it is a royal pain in the neck and beyond my capabilities.  You have to give the unknown eBay folks information regarding your bank account that you wouldn’t give a priest, and I was uncomfortable with that.  Of course, I am fairly uncomfortable doing anything above word processing when it comes to the computer; so I made an appointment with my favorite IT guy (my husband).

We devoted an entire Saturday morning to figuring out the nuances of eBay.  First we had to set up a PayPal account, which troubled me.  That doesn’t even sound real; it sounded like a doll I played with as a child.  Her name was Patty Play Pal.  I became distracted.  I soon found one on eBay that I could “buy now” for only $108.  I resisted.  Then I discovered Patty had a baby sister named Bonnie.  I wondered if my mom knew of this doll with my name and if so why she didn’t buy it for me.  Trigger the childhood trauma.

Eventually, we (Bob) got our account set up.  By lunchtime I proudly posted my first sale item.  This was quite the victory for me as it involved uploading a picture, but I did it all by myself and was on my way.  Bob was very proud.  Once we were set up, I found the eBay app for iPad very friendly to use.  It has enabled me to post several things for sale easily using the camera within it.  I even sold my first item and shipped it out yesterday.  (Technically it was my dad’s item, but it counts.  Dad is excited about my new skill.)

It’s fun to see how many views and watchers I have on my sale items.  As those numbers increase, so does my hope of unloading, I mean selling, something.  That is until today, when all of a sudden all my views went negative.  I can’t figure that out.  How do you un-view something?  I wish I knew, because there are a lot of things in life I would like to un-view.  For instance, yesterday I changed my granddaughter’s diaper and it wasn’t pretty.  I did learn a lesson in the process – one you would think I would have learned by now.  Here it is:  Never change a poopy diaper on a patterned rug.  So, I guess viewing something that isn’t pretty has its advantages.  It’s easier than cleaning off your shoe.