All good things must come to an end. For the moment, that good thing is the my weekend. True to my word, I did absolutely nothing yesterday. I negotiated a few Lego sales and I’ll be spending the week playing box-packing Tetris trying to make things ready to ship without disassembling them too much. Alas, two out of the three Facebook marketplace sales fell through. Unsurprisingly, only one of those cancellations actually gave me a heads up that they weren’t coming.
The one person who actually did show up? A younger guy who walked 45 minutes to pay $20 for the bike I received for Christmas in 1994.
Dude, you earned that bike.
I spent the afternoon in a cubicle, visiting Shawshank at the ICE detention facility. Yesterday, they made me take out the silicone plugs in my lobes. I went through the metal detector and the guard told me I needed to take them out and put them in a locker. Whatever, I put my boots back on, walked across the waiting room and put the plugs in the locker. If I could have found another set at home, I’d have just stuck them in one of the busted, open lockers. Instead I had to spend another $0.50 to lock them up. Then, I had to remove my boots and go through the metal detector again.
I walked a whole 25′. You watched me. I have nothing in my boots.
We had a good visit. He had a couple of questions written down on a scrap of paper. I don’t believe they were anything important, because I can’t remember them. His mother is worried Canada will close the borders and force him to stay here longer. On the other hand, he’s worried they’ll put him on a plane, fly him over the border, and leave him. I filled him in on the Corona panic, and we talked about getting the house ready to sell.
He really, really wants me to put it on the market, make my trip up there, and let my uncle handle the sale. Sadly, that’s not a financially viable option. I understand he wants to be together again. However, he needs to understand if I do that, we’ll have less money to play with when it comes to getting started on our own. I’d much rather sacrifice an extra month or two of togetherness to make sure we have a bigger cushion under us.
On the other hand, I definitely don’t want to be driving after summer’s over. My mom told me it was about 18F over the weekend, in the town his parents live in. That’s the part I’m dreading the most, I think – so much cold.
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