I take vicarious pleasure in people getting rid of stuff. To a greater degree than pretty much any other third party life event. When my office moved last year after 20 years in the same place I practically stroked out with joy at co-workers confronting years of pointless accrual. So, bottom line: get rid of stuff! You will make ME happy!

I've hosed off the porch, prepped the deck furniture for staining, in the middle of a load of laundry.

I'm thwarted in trimming the bushes because the battery is dead.

And A & I acquired a power washer from a neighbor who overheard us talking about renting one, and he lent us his!

At work I'm still slowly getting rid of things my late boss had collected over 40 years. I have to keep it gradual just because my crew can be sentimental over some pretty odd things sometimes.

At home, I just pulled a dozen old textbooks that I sometimes referred to when I was teaching. I've found someone to take them so they're not gone yet, but they will be. What I really need to do is organize and cull from my storage locker in the basement enough that I can put boxes of old files down there. I've got some things that I could eBay, but I've never dealt with that before. How much of a hassle is it?

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That's kind of delightful.

I have a headache that is not a migraine but definitely hurts less if I sit still, so I've done nothing today. So it goes.

Brunch, check. Lamb (curry) in slow cooker for dinner, check. Bidding farewell to Megan Walker and msbelle, check. t Sob , check.

-t, taking care of yourself is not nothing.

I did pilates yesterday for the first time in yonks. I expected to feel it in my abs today, and I do a little, but I didn't expect my upper back to be uncomfortably tight. I wonder if a walk would help loosen me up.

I was glad that the nursing home had lamb for lunch (aka Sunday dinner -- they usually do something lighter at night), but am actually hoping to find ham at the Easter dinner my mom and I are going to. (But I always hope for ham!)

I've got some things that I could eBay, but I've never dealt with that before. How much of a hassle is it?

When I started eBaying Hubby's gaming stuff, I decided not to worry about how much I would get for it. If it covered shipping, all well and good, my primary goal was to get this stuff to people who wanted it, and the best way to judge that is to make them pay for it.

The most annoying part is taking pictures. You'll need good light and a good background, or enough savvy to edit the pictures down. I don't worry too much about salesmanship in my descriptions, I state what the thing is, give its formal name, a run down on condition (making sure to possibly be more honest than necessary), and how old it is.

I'm working with desirable merchandise, old collectable pieces in a game that still very popular, and I've sold probably 95% of what I've put up. I've been at it long enough that I don't get hit with posting fees, so it's no biggie if an item doesn't sell. eBay does get a percentage of your selling price.

There is a degree of bookkeeping, getting mailing addresses together, nudging people who haven't paid, making sure you've got correct packaging, making sure the correct item goes in the correct package, schlepping it to the post office. I've only had one jerk so far, a Norwegian who ignored my No International Shipping statement and who argued that he shouldn't have to pay extra shipping to get the item ($3 shipping domestic turned into $42 shipping to Norway). He didn't get the item.

Like I said, I'm not in it to make money, though I'm always delighted when a bidding war breaks out for some particularly desirable item, I'm doing this to make sure the stuff goes to appreciative people.

bon, you should be very happy. We're moving and got a DUMPSTER yesterday (yes, they recycle) and are donating a LOT of stuff to various shelters and charities.

Apparently my parent's oldest son is not doing well. Apparently my mother is waiting for him to die. He overslept the other day and she said she was surprised to see him eventually come down. He's continuing to steal liquor and wine without getting caught, so likely that he's continuing to steal from the family without getting caught. He was prescribed Ativan and is overindulging in that (and it doesn't seem to be helping any, what with the self-medicating of booze). Her stance is to keep him alive so he can go to court in May and do his four months in prison.

I'm thinking, why bother?

She called my old room "his bedroom".

I'm trying to think of planning vacation time to visit, but I don't want to until I know for sure when he's not going to be around. A May court date means he'll immediately be off to jail? So June might be safe?

Little bro' is wanting to visit me for the cherry blossoms at BBG (or is it NYBG?), so now I have a time table to get my apartment clean by. Not the festival itself, but the flowering trees and, as he said, turtles. I don't know where the turtles come in. God, I miss him. We sucked as roommates, but we'd also never been closer than during our cohabitation.

I've now got UFYH open on my browser.