The slimy side of capitalism

I am currently living alone.
Some of you might even think that I am strange, but I never live alone. I don't like it.
I prefer to have a roommate or roommates... but my current home is really too small for more than myself and one other person.
That said, I did throw Ramon and Jamie out earlier this month. And they left me with a very, very nice TV that I had to sell in order to get part of the rent money they owed me.
The sale happened today.
I listed the thing on Craig'slist and a guy came by and gave me cash for it. We put it in the truck and he drove off. Phew. Am I glad....
But what I realized about the sale of the T.V. is that I don't like having to sell things like that... I mean I wish I could give it away for a great price -- but I had to make as much as possible for it. And I had to explain that I couldn't keep it because I needed the cash more than I needed a big, fancy T.V. Anyway, it was a very pleasant experience as far as it went. "Victor" was nice and easy going, too. Friendly, relaxed, confident.
We watched a bit of the Country Music Awards to make sure it worked.
Then we carried it outside and he went to deliver it to his parents as a surprise. And, well, at least that's done.
I still have the four pristine collectors baseballs. But I doubt I can sell them for enough to make up the difference between what they owe me and the sale price of the T.V.
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Anyone want to buy a wedding dress? A lawn mower? A 1999 Wolfsburg Jetta?
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Today is tax day. That means that tomorrow, Mark does not have to go to work at Straight. This is fantastic news... because I wish that he would catch up on his sleep... and be awake all evening tomorrow. I used to be a running widow... so much training, so little time for me. Now I am a tax widow. Thank god it's temporary.
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I still ache for my lost little pup.
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My folks are on the way home. Well, back to Oregon. Stay tuned... the house goes back in the market a.s.a.p. Maybe I will some day have a dining room table.