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Free sells.

The adage is something like – It pays to advertise. In this case, in didn’t pay but the results were certainly impressive.

If anyone has doubted the power of Craigslist, I can assure you that people are reading those classified ads. In an attempt to clean out the storage space, I listed the lumber that I had used to assemble my makeshift bookshelves under the ‘Free’ heading.

The post listing button had barely been pressed before the telephone began ringing. The first caller gave me his name and promised to hop in his truck and head to Broken Arrow. After explaining to the next ten callers that the lumber was spoken for, I signed back into Craigslist and deleted the ad.

Still, the calls continued.

It took a few minutes for the ad to disappear, but even that wasn’t the last of it. I presume some folks wrote down the number to call later. By that time, my first contact had called back to say he was in town.

Half an hour later, I’m back in the store and the lumber is gone.

Now, if I can just have a bit of that success trying to sell the glass showcase, also in storage.

That bit of advertising might actually pay off in cash.

Meet and greet.

Sometimes you just have to smile and move on.

There are characters in the world and when the front door is open to the public, people of all sorts may find their way inside. I’m always pleased to greet arrivals, including an early Wednesday visitor.

He cruised in wearing baggy, knee-length shorts, a Hawaiian-y shirt, and sporting a scruffed Mohawk. After ambling partway down an aisle – long enough for me to get to the front of the store, he said some howdy-do as a greeting. And then scratched himself. It was no discreet thing.

It was a full-fledged right arm wraparound to the posterior, accommodating a digging sort of itch.

That completed, he wondered if, maybe, I was hiring.

After waiting an appropriate length of time to allow for the supposed consideration of his question, I had to respond that – regrettably – I was not.

He was kind enough to compliment the store’s appearance before moving on. I can appreciate his situation and admire his pursuit of a job.

But I was thankful he didn’t offer to shake hands.

Easter eggs & dying. (Or feeling that way…)

The telephone call-list indicated on Monday morning that I had missed several calls on Easter Sunday. Here is my public admission: I surrendered in exhaustion mid-afternoon. I hadn’t had a morning shower (occupied at the time) and after several trips to storage lugging boxes to haul into the shop, I just gave out.

Not to be a whiner. There were several muscles left that did not ache.

Instead of spending the remainder of the day hauling, I took a long, hot shower, bought some vegetables and cooked up an Easter evening dinner of ham, mashed spuds, fresh green beans, Philly-cream corn, and steamed carrots.

The couch called, and I didn’t miss that one – getting positioned just in time to see Bubba knock a curveball out of the forest and onto the green to win the Masters tournament. Read a little David Copperfield and fell asleep early.

Before ten in the morning on Monday, I had already brought over another couple of loads of book boxes. (The cartons are actually liquor store cardboard which have caused several passersby to wonder whether it’s a bar going in to the space. Nope. They are just a good-sized box for packing and carrying books.)

I’ve uploaded some pictures as proof that I haven’t been slacking too much. Perspective is an amazing thing. A couple of the images show the store from the front and the back with the boxes in view. In the other picture, I’ve positioned the camera so the stacks of cartons don’t show. You may click on any image for a larger view.

Hopefully, the store will soon be as organized as it appears to be in the well-positioned shot.

One of the two storage spaces is nearly empty! I have spotted the back wall and continue to search for that last box!

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