An offer declined
This evening, another round of visitors in the house. Different requirements, different conversations. All good. The dog is confused by all of the traffic, but I think he needs the practice dealing with people. Like me. Not bragging about my introverted tendencies; I accept them as mine. In passing, the dog made a run for it, and got brought back before he got too far off track.
We just have to make sure the fridge doesn’t get empty. I can fill my belly with a box of KD, but I shouldn’t expect the visitors to get excited over the idea. This is seafood country, and lobster seems to attract undue attention (bugs are bugs are bugs). Tonight, the BBQ gave us chicken; tomorrow, who knows?
We’re returning to the RV for another few nights, and I’ve got that part figured, although having some internet would help at sleep time. Maybe I can drag the cellphone along, as it tends to “catch the wave”.
This afternoon, after bidding and missing out on a (not so rare) Morse key, I decided to try making an offer on something. I guess that the difference between “my offer” ($80) and “the ask” ($300) was just too large for the seller to handle, mentally. Oh well. He has my name, in case he reconsiders. I’ll continue to check the ads, because they aren’t making these any more. Rare materials. Anyone who collects faces the same conundrum: do I pay too much or do without? At least my desires are sane; anyone into the finer things in life has to pay. And I have managed to snag a few deals along the way.
