DAY SEVENTY-FOUR: Fat Thighs

Yesterday’s intended perambulation did not materialize; instead, I found myself shanghaied into shuffling around baby cribs and strollers and assorted infant-related nonsense – all stuff left behind when my spouse’s relatives moved out a week ago. Now this stuff is stored until who knows when so it can be donated to charity. GoodWill Stores already refused it, saying they cannot accept cribs or strollers due to liability concerns. My spouse thinks one of the other charity organizations will accept the stuff. In the meantime, it’s more clutter and more stuff to shift back and forth and up and down from here to there.

On a more positive note, even though I determined that the two laptop computers left behind when the relatives moved were not economically feasible for me to repair, I was able to sell the pair on eBay for $225.00. In fact, it was my fastest eBay sale ever. I snapped some photos yesterday afternoon and posted the listing with a $99 starting bid or a $225 “Buy It Now” price. The lot of two sold within a minute. In fact, they sold so quickly I emailed the buyer to make sure he (or she) realized the computers were in “as is, not working” condition. The buyer confirmed the transaction and paid immediately via PayPal. I shipped the box today. Of course, the $225 isn’t pure profit. I offered free shipping, which cost me $20. The eBay commission was $23. The PayPal fee is about ten dollars. Ultimately, I will pocket about $175 from the $225 sale. Still, that’s not too bad for two non-working computers that were discarded.

As I noted, yesterday’s planned “long walk” did not happen, although I walked about a mile on the beach. Today, however, I completed a thirteen mile walk of three hours thirty-nine minutes from the house to partway up Long Road and back. There was a time I could have run most of that way, but now, at two-hundred pounds, that’s not happening. I walked the entire route. Now my Fat Boy Thighs are feeling the burn, quite literally – friction burn from rubbing together. I’m hobbling around like a cowpoke who has spent too long in the saddle.

We still have guests. I am still eating too much.