The Writer's Life 1/8 - Manageable

The desk I bought at Ebay three weeks ago has finally arrived, having taken a surprising, circuitous route. It was delivered via Amazon, Ebay's largest competitor. The original box was inside a larger that had Amazon's logo. There was a note inside suggesting I thank whoever sent the "gift." I suspect the manufacturer, Furinno, ran out of the item and purchased one at Amazon and had it shipped to me. Their profit margin had to have been zero or worse. They went above and beyond. I would have simply looked for another -- without complaint. I did send them a thank you note. The piece requires assembly and, since the forecast is for rain on Sunday, I'll wait until then to put it together, hoping my current doesn't fall apart before then. It sways like a boat at sea.

I have a vague recollection of something similar to the following having occurred months ago. An upstate NY sheriff placed an ad: "Is your drug-dealing competition costing you money? We offer a free service to help you eliminate that competition." I wonder if he'll have any takers.

I wasn't confident about sales when I set up the floating book shop, as there was a bit of wind at my usual nook. Fortunately, there was enough sun to keep me warm, and when I stepped back from the edge of the apartment building I was shielded from the breeze, so the session was a snap. My thanks to the people who made purchases, and to Herbie, Madeline, Ruth and the Fed-Ex Guy, who all donated books. No transaction or donation was more than a few items. Marsha, whom I hadn't seen in a while, stopped by and bought a Mary Higgins Clark thriller. She was walking along one day and felt a sharp pain in her knee. Turns out she had a Baker's Cyst burst behind it, and she's had trouble walking ever since. She has another month of rehab. The highlight of the day was a visit from Mr. Morty, a retired salesman whose 81st birthday will be in a few days. His wife is contemplating quitting her job in the psych department at Coney Island Hospital, as it's "getting crazy." She doesn't want to retire, but circumstances may force her. Morty doesn't want her to retire, either, as it will mean a move to either the gulf coast of Mississippi or California, where the grandkids are, where he would be "like a fish out of water" away from his beloved streets of Brooklyn. He also has a son in Israel, a fighter pilot, who was almost run down by a terrorist in a car the other day. Fortunately, the slime was bagged by the police.

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