Maybe There's Hope

At some point last year, when I must have been feeling somewhat OK, I went back to putting stuff on eBay as a way of making some money and giving myself something to do. It must have been  after I'd switched to INTOXALOCK and could drive the car, as the problem with putting things on eBay' is that once they sell they have to be delivered, and with the dreaded Lifesaver in the car I couldn't do that. 

So—I have no idea how I got it but I have (had) a needlework sampler made by one of my great-aunts when she was 11 and attending a school in a working class area of London in about 1890. It's always fascinated me as unlike most Victorian samples it doesn't show hearts and flowers but instead shows various darning and mending skills—buttonholes, several patching methods and some intricate embroidery thrown in for good measure. 

No one else in my family is interested in it and I don't want it going to a thrift store when I'm dead so I put it on eBay for $99, carefully put it somewhere where I'd know where it was and was pleased that it garnered some attention with several watchers. I was optimistic enough that I thought I'd better get it ready to ship for when it sold and then, of course, as has been happening for the past 24 years I've had this house, couldn't find it. I had to take it off eBay.

Fast forward to three days ago. My mission this year is getting my various health "issues" to my primary care doctor, and when I saw the pulmonologist last week and discovered I have nodules on my lung (lungs?) he gave me a hard copy of the hospital report and a note to take to her. Now I needed a big enough envelope, which meant going into the freezing cold inadequately heated addition  that J built on when we bought the house that has all the eBay stuff to sell and all the packing materials. There's a cardboard box with bubble wrap and padded mailers and right there on top of that was a 8 x 10 brown envelope, perfect for the report and doctor notes. 

Imagine my surprise (!) as I picked it up, opened it to put in the report, and lo and behold, there was the lost Victorian sampler, neatly folded and wrapped in tissue paper ready to ship to the lucky person who might have bought it six months ago. 

Lesson—do one little thing instead of watching YouTube left-wing radical lunatics in bed all day and you'll start (if you're lucky) a chain of events that'll MAKE you do something and get you out of this horrible waiting for your new life to start but not doing anything to start it. 

It didn't MAKE me put it on eBay but I must have some tiny spark of life left and I did—put it on eBay for $99 at nine yesterday morning and at 5:43AM THIS morning it sold. Less than 24 hours. 

So now, with Mercury square the Ascendant today, I have to get out of bed, wrap it up, print a label and take it to the Post Office. Movement! Activity! Probably speaking to someone! $84.67! 

Maybe I'll even put something else on eBay. Maybe it IS the beginning of a whole new healing cycle. 

Maybe living here will be OK after all. About time!