His responses in our email chain were not friendly at all. But his offer to bring it to me did not come off like the courteous gesture you might be imagining. He had listed one of those kneeling chairs and I had wanted to try one. Then came a time when a seller suggested he come to my house. Hey, why not do what you love AND save twenty bucks?! In fact, there were several gentlemen who I would have been happy to haggle down the cost of their furniture to a BJ. And, believe it or not, a lot of these craigslist sellers were fairly attractive. It was always awkward and daunting because I never had any idea who I was going to come face-to-face with.Ībout 95% of the time, the people were great. Thanks to Craigslist, a major part of second-hand shopping involved going to the houses of total strangers and crossing your fingers that their ad was real and they weren’t going to murder you. I’ve never been a big shopper, but doing it like this made it quirky and entertaining, and it also took a lot of work. If you read my last story, you already know that I had developed a passion (by which I mean a “borderline fixation”) for second-hand shopping.
I didn’t really have the brain space for these mixed-up sentiments as this happened to coincide with my quest to become a total thrift-master. That’s the best way I can describe it, and it happened each time I pulled into the driveway. And then the weirdness was just running around trying to taste all of them.
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It typically means we don’t know why it is there or how to pin it down, and not being able to pin it down only makes it weirder.ĭo you know that game where someone puts a ton of jelly beans in a jar and people have to guess how many are in there? Well, my brain was like the jar and my feelings were like the jelly beans. When it comes to our feelings, most of us do not like unexpected weirdness. I liked it more than I thought I would.īut something else popped up inside of me. When I officially got it hanging, we stepped back and decided that it looked pretty dang cool, and I meant it too. She also kept telling me not to fall, which I’ll admit was necessary as I tried holding the rainbow, the hammer, and the nails all at once. I hopped up on a ladder with a hammer and some nails, and she bossed me around just like her mother did when we were young. Since our old 1965 house sits on the corner lot, she chose the right side of the garage so that the rainbow could be seen from both sides of the streets. Plus, hanging it would make for a fun activity with my nieces during the big family visit since all three of them identify somewhere on the queer spectrum.Īpparently, kids don’t consider hanging a flag a “fun activity.” At least my oldest niece helped pick out the perfect place to hang it. Maybe one of us would get brave enough to knock on the other’s door and we could all be friends. When a few other rainbows popped up in our neighborhood during Pride Month, I wanted to hang ours to let them know we were here too.
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