We seemed to have spent a good part of the day engaged in the act of selling. Hold on there -- did we really do this in our state of total isolation? How do you sell stuff without dealing with people?
All good questions. The thing is, I have a couple of old cameras that basically still work and Ed has been after me to pass them on to someone else off of Craigslist. Not only for the money this brings, but, too, so that someone can squeeze a few more years of life out of them. Realizing that my repeated statements of "not now, I don't have time" are mere excuses for an inherent reluctance to take money for used stuff, he finally did the legwork for me and set up listings for two of my old machines.
Today, an interested party called.
It's a cold day and I did my morning walk briskly.
I was about to start in on breakfast prep when Ed sang out -- someone wants to come to look at the camera.
The game plan: put it out neatly with all its accessories on the chair in the driveway and stand back.
What if he picks it up and drives away?
Not likely.
The interested party didn't pick it up and scamper off. Instead, he examined it, put the money in a box and drove away happy. Now, in truth, I don't know that he really left the amount of money we settled on, but it almost doesn't matter. He was happy. And we have less clutter on the shelf. Importantly, someone will enjoy taking photos with it. Thank you, Ed.
The cats came over to see what the fuss is about, so Ed of course does not want to abandon them. We eat breakfast on the porch even though it's a pretty cold day! Just a touch above freezing!
We do still go out for a walk, but without great ambition. It's as if one accomplishment for the day is enough. We walk the New Development and talk housing choices. And admire the farmette from its rear end.
And in the evening I take a supper over to the young family.
I used to vary the menu, but I got a crew of happy seafood pasta eaters and so this is what we have been having every Sunday for the past several weeks: seafood pasta!
Ed and I don't mind. Repetition of a reliably yummy dish is a good thing
in our house as well. Candle lit, sauce bubbles away on the stove,
salad in the making.
Again, the feeling of gratitude stays with us, even as we realize how many are working beyond exhaustion right now to help care for those who are not so lucky.
Thinking of them now, with love.
