Tuesday, April 30, 2019

Bill's Eye Appointment



This morning I took Bill to see his eye doctor.  This appointment was for an eye examination for a new eye prescription for Bill so he could get new glasses. For the past year Bill's eyesight has deteriorated significantly.

Last year Bill had cataract surgery. That was quite an ordeal.  But after his cataract surgery Bill still had trouble seeing.  Like really a problem, he couldn't even make out the top big letter on the eye exam chart which is E.  

Back to the eye doctor.  After several examinations it was determined that scar tissue had formed around Bill's replacement cataract lenses. That scar tissue had to be removed by more laser surgery. Then this I take Bill back for yet another eye examination.  Yes, dilation fluids, waiting in the waiting room, and all that.  

Back to the eye chart.  Bill still can't see the top letter on the eye chart.  His doctor comes in, examines his eyes and discovers that Bill has macular degeneration.  Yes, Bill is slowly losing his vision.  His doctor said he had "dry" macular generation which isn't as bad as "wet" macular generation.  Still, at age 90, Bill is losing his sight.  

Bill as often said if he loses his sight he doesn't want to live. He's being very dramatic of course but still, losing one's sight is a serious matter. I guess I should be thankful that Bill doesn't have dementia or other serious physical ailments like diabetes or worse. Bill still mows the grass and performs handyman work around the house. I think his activity is what keeps him healthy. One of my biggest worries these days is that I will die before Bill.

Yesterday when I woke up I was very dizzy and disorientated. I couldn't seem to get my balance. Then waves of nausea swept over me.  I felt like I was drunk.  I laid down to steady myself. When I got up again the dizziness came back with the nausea.  I was scheduled to go to work. I called in and said I couldn't go to work the way I felt. I laid down again and had a good sleep for about two hours. When I got up I felt fairly normal again. I called into work and said I could go in.  Now the whole point of this narrative is that my condition caused me to think, what if I died before Bill? That's my big worry these days folks, especially after today's diagnosis of Bill's eye condition. 

Having said all this, today was a beautiful spring day. We're enjoying each day, together. All part of life folks, especially the part of growing older. Even though we're running into more problems at this time of our life, we still have a good life and are very fortunate. Could be a whole lot worse.

Sunday, April 28, 2019

My Names

"Ronnie"

Inspired by a fellow blogger who recently posted about his many names, I decided to post about my many names.

I was born Ronald Walter Tipton. My Mother named me after her favorite movie star, Ronald Coleman.  Now I realize most of you have no idea of who Ronald Coleman was.  He was an English actor with a sonorous voice who starred in "Prisoner of Zenda" and "Shangri-La".  Memory of Ronald Coleman is long gone now but during the Thirties and early Forties he was a popular leading man.  I was born in 1941, the height of Mr. Coleman's popularity.  


Ronald Coleman - actor for whom I was named

I am the oldest of three brothers. My father's name was Isaac.  My Mother did not like that name.  My father wanted to name me after himself but my Mother wouldn't have it.  She told him "I'm not naming any of my children that ugly name."  Ironically, when my second brother was born, he was named Isaac Walter Tipton, Jr.  It all worked out because my father was blonde as is my brother Isaac.  Of course when my brother had a son, you guessed it, "Isaac Walter Tipton, III".  To keep them all straight my father was always referred to as "Ike".  My brother referred to as "Isaac" or "Jr", which he hated. His son is referred to as "Ikey", which as a 52 year old grandfather he isn't fond of "Ikey".  He has tried to get everyone to call him "Ike" but to us he will always be "Ikey".  But I digress.  

Below is a list of names that I have been known by in my seventy-seven years trodding this earth:

Ronald - my given name and the name I was known and referred by during my school days from first grade to twelfth grade. 

Ronnie - the name my family always called me by which I hated because I thought it sounded too feminine. 

Ron - the name I choose for myself when I left home and joined the Army in January of 1960.  No one in my previous life had ever called me "Ron". I didn't plan to change my name to "Ron" when I joined the Army.  What happened was when I was asked by a friend in Basic Training for my first name (in the Army everyone is called by their last name, more about that latter) I decided then and there to refer to myself as "Ron."  This decision of mine created an interesting dynamic between my two lives. The one life I had before I joined the Army and the one after I joined the Army.  The first time someone from my post Army life heard me referred to as "Ronnie" they thought it was so childlike. Same with people from my pre Army life when they heard someone from my post Army life call me "Ron", they said "Whose Ron?"  Even to this day, all my family calls me "Ronnie" with the sometimes exceptions of my two younger brothers.

Buck - My two younger brothers often refer to be as "Buck".  The best way to explain that is that it is an affection term of derision.  Since I am the oldest I have a tendency to lord it over my brothers (best looking, smartest, etc).  They let me get away with my vanity but bring me down a notch or two by referring to me as "Buck."  I sign "Buck" to the birthday and Christmas cards that I send to them.  

Potts - this is the name my partner and husband (55 years now) calls me.  "Potts" is a shortening of the original name "Sweetie Pie" (yes, I know it is nauseatingly sweet) but hey, who doesn't have pet nicknames for their partner. I call Bill "Snag".  Again, an affectionate term of derision. Bill had all his teeth pulled many years ago.  The dentist wanted to leave a couple of good teeth in his mouth. Bill insisted on having the good ones pulled too.  You had to be there.  I also call Bill "Billy."  

C.B.1 - What my good friend Pat calls me.  I call him C.B.2. No explanation needed at this time. Just a term of endearment that is only know by us.

Tipton - this is how I was known during my three year enlistment in the Army. You lose your first name in the Army.  During Basic Training I was often referred to as "Fucking Trainee".  Of course almost everyone in Basic Training was called that endearing nickname. 

Tip or Tipper - my best friend from high school always calls me this nickname, even to this day. You would think more people would call me "Tip" but interestingly they don't.  One of my uncles was always known as "Tip", maybe because his given name was "Fieldon Jacob". 

Faggot - I've been called this term of derision quite often in my lifetime. Probably because I came out of the closet in 1963 and never hid the fact that I was an am a gay man.  I've been called "Faggot!" as I've exited gay bars.  I've been called "Faggot" as I've walked home on Spruce Street in Philadelphia.  I've been called "Faggot!" as I've walked on Laurel Street in Rehoboth Beach.  I've been called "Faggot!" as I've walked back to my rental unit during my many summertime stays in Provincetown.  The persons calling me "Faggot!" were always a carload of drunk young guys out to prove their uncertain masculinity to their friends. You would think this rite of passage for young men uncertain of their sexuality would have changed during these days of "enlightenment" but the last time I had that vicious term thrown at me was when I was walking down Laurel Street in Rehoboth Beach two years ago with Pat. A carload of so called straight guys trolling the gay neighborhoods spotted us walking.  Two men walking together in a mostly gay neighborhood?  "Faggots!"  

Mr. Tipton - believe it or not I am rarely called "Mr. Tipton".  Something that disappoints me because I thought I would gain that term of respect after aging gracefully.  

"Uncle Ronnie" - what my nephew, grand nephews, nieces, grand nieces and grand grand nieces all me which I love.  "Uncle Ronnie!"  A nice friendly term of endearment.  

One thing I will never be called is "Dad" which sometimes makes me sad but this is the hand life has dealt me.  

A footnote, if I was born a girl my name would have been "Louise", which was my Mother's middle name.  My Mother always wanted a girl and of course she had three boys. During my Mother's pregnancy she and her sister-in-law Gert ("Aunt Gert" who had the same middle name "Louise)) had a friendly rivalry whose baby would be born first.  Of course I was born first (November 9th) and my cousin "Louise" was born November 13th.  


Me with my cousin Louise Tipton White

Saturday, April 27, 2019

Saturday Morning Sunshine

Me with my newly assembled Bagatelle Arch
Just got back from taking Bill for his daily ride. This sunny Saturday morning we took our daily ride to BJ's Wholesale store in Millsboro, Delaware.  That is an eighteen mile ride one way from our home to BJ's.  After torrential rains yesterday, it was a pleasure to have a breezy spring sunny morning greet us. I try to get Bill out of the house at least once every day. We usually make our trip to BJ's every two weeks. Always a nice ride.

Yesterday, before the torrential rains arrived I took Bill with me when I went to Staples.  I had to purchase a shredding machine.  I also had to purchase more mailing labels. I'm selling my vintage jeans folks on Ebay.  I haven't sold them all but they are being sold.  I tried putting one on the auction to see how that worked out.  Not so good, I only had one bid, $4.65.  Of course I had to sell those jeans at that price. No more auctions for me.  I sold other jeans for $20 and $24.  One pair that I sold I gave the buyer his money back because I sent him the wrong pair of jeans.  Oh the embarrassment!  He said I didn't have to refund his money but I felt that was the right thing to do having inconvenienced him. That was a learning experience for me.

Yesterday, also before the rains came in, my neighbor Bob M. helped me assemble an arch that I purchased through Spring Hill Nurseries.  I'm not good at assembling things folks.  My brain just doesn't work that way.  Even during my youth, I was one of those few boys who couldn't assemble those kits of cars and boats.  I would rather help my Mother in the kitchen baking cookies, sewing, and cleaning the house.  I also like to play with paper like I was an executive.  No surprise that my adult career was in bank operations. Bill and I have an almost perfect synergy in our home because Bill can do all the butch things (handyman) and I run the household from organizing and paying the bills, cooking and gardening. Bill builds the brick walls and fixes the electricity problems.  But lately Bill's cognitive skills aren't what they used to be.  I see him slipping.  Heck, I see myself slipping in my capabilities.  When we returned from shopping at BJ's and unloading the water, toilet paper, and paper towels from our car we were huffing and puffing.  We're a long way from the spry men we were so long ago when we first set up our household. We're at that time of our lives folks where we're going to need help.  We are so fortunate to have neighbors like Bob M. (who will be 79 years old tomorrow) and Harvey F. who is much younger (thirty something) and has offered to help me "anytime."  I may just take him up on his offer.  

In the meantime folks, I will push these concerns about our future out of my mind on this sunny spring morning. 










Wednesday, April 24, 2019

Impeach Trump Now



Folks, I'm going to give you a warning right up front. This blog posting is a political rant.

These days I am growing increasingly concerned at where our country is headed. 

I do not exaggerate when I say we are headed for a dictatorship.  

Trump is ignoring Congress's Constitutional duty to provide oversight to the Administrative branch of our government. 

Congress issues subpoenas and Trump ignores them. The Republican controlled Senate ignores this blatant disregard for the law by Trump.

Trump has been getting away with breaking the law his whole life. Anybody who challenges him, he either threatens to sue or sues. 

Even if Trump is impeached or loses the next election, he will not leave the White House. He will have to be taken out by U.S. Marshalls. 

I am sure this is where this criminal will end, led out of the White House in handcuffs like Julian Assange was taken out of the Ecuadorian Embassy. 

The Democratic leaders in the House are reluctant to begin impeachment proceedings because they're afraid they'll lose voters in the 2020 elections. Really?  The Trump base will never change. They'll support Trump literally if he shoots someone on Fifth Avenue. They'll just blame the shooting on Obama or Hillary.

Of course the Senate will not vote to impeach Trump. But put those cowards and non-patriots on record as having enabled Trump, the greatest danger this country has ever faced in our history.

Remember, the enemy is within.

Republican Senators 2019

Lamar Alexander – Tennessee
John Barrasso – Wyoming
Roy Blunt – Missouri
John Boozman – Arkanss
Richard Burr – North Carolina
Shelley Moore Capito – West Virginia
Bill Cassiday – Louisiana
Susan Collins – Maine
John Cornyn – Texas
Tom Cotton – Arkansas
Mike Crapo – Idaho
Kevin Cramer – North Dakota
Ted Cruz – Texas
Steve Daines – Montana
Mike Enzi – Wyoming
Joni Ernst – Iowa
Deb Fischer – Nebraska
Cory Gardner – Colorado
Lindsey Graham – South Carolina
Chuck Grassley – Iowa
Josh Hawley – Missouri
John Hoeven – North Dakota
Cindy Hyde-Smith – Mississipi
Jim Inhofe – Oklahoma
Johnny Isakson – Georgia
Ron Johnson – Wisconsin
John Kennedy – Louisiana
James Lankford – Oklahoma
Mike Lee – Utah
Mitch McConnell – Kentucky
Jerry Moran – Kansas
Lisa Murkowski – Alaska
Rand Paul – Kentucky
David Perdue – Georgia
Rob Portman – Ohio
Jim Risch – Idaho
Pat Roberts – Kansas
Mike Rounds – South Dakota
Mitt Romney – Utah
Marco Rubio – Florida
Ben Sasse – Nebraska
Tim Scott – South Carolina
Richard Shelby – Alabama
Dan Sullivan – Alaska
John Thune – South Dakota
Thom Tillis – North Carolina
Pat Toomey – Pennsylvania
Roger Wicker – Mississippi 
Todd Young - Indiana



Tuesday, April 23, 2019

Reflections on Immortality



Time again folks for one of my periodical reflections on life.  

I was prompted to write this blog after reading a fellow blogger's post on his reflections on immortality. Will he be remembered after he is gone.  

At one time I was concerned about how I would be thought about after I'm gone.  To be clear, after I die.  

I was also concerned would everything in my life be all tidied up and in order when I make my Final Exit. Now, I am not concerned.  Of course I'll try to make it as easy as possible for my friend and former boss who I have named as the executor of my estate to clean up all the loose ends when I die.  

When I was much younger than I am now I wasn't concerned with these things. But now as I approach my 79th year, having outlived most of my contemporaries, I think of these things.  

"Things" I used to worry about was what will happen to all the photos (over 100,000) and videos I have accumulated?  Who will take care and appreciate them?  Seriously, this used to cause me great concern. Not now, because after I'm gone I won't know the difference. Perhaps the main reason I have ceased to care is that every family member I have reached out to over the years has not exhibited one iota of interest in this rich history I have accumulated over my lifetime of myself and our family. They.Just.Don't.Care. They're too involved in their own lives to care about mine.  And perhaps that is as it should be.  Why should they care about me?  

I have finally come to the realization that all these photos and videos are for my pleasure and interests. And leave it there.

I have journals (diaries) that I've kept over the years. Again, of no interest or value to anyone but me.  

Presently I am finally getting rid of many of my accumulated possession through donations to thrift stores, advertisements for free items on the NextDoor app, and EBay. 

I am assuming the day will come when Bill predeceases me and I will be alone.  Or if I die before Bill it won't matter.  I hope I don't die before Bill though because he will be totally lost without me.  And I don't say that out of any sense of exaggerated sense of self importance but as a fact.  I sincerely hope that doesn't happen. 

When that day comes when I am alone here I'm not sure how I will handle that.  As regular followers of this blog know I have a very good friend in Pat, my Canadian Travel Buddy. Pat and I are very good friends but we will never live together. We're both too independent for that. Our "arrangement" works out fine now, we see each other four times (quarterly) a year. We have been doing that routine for six years now.  Works for us. 

I'm tired folks. 




Monday, April 22, 2019

Spring Flowers 2019

This spring has been exceptional. A little chilly and we did have a mini tornado tear through our back yard last week but overall, a very nice spring. 

Every fall, when I am faced with planting over one hundred spring bulbs I wonder, "Why did I order so many?"  But when spring rolls around after a long, cold, gray, bleak winter, I am thankful that I made the effort last fall to plant all those bulbs. Never too many I say!

Tomorrow I take Bill back to the eye institute to have his left eye treated for removal of his scar tissue from cataract surgery.  

Last week I had half of our house power washed. Looks good!  In fact our house looks brand new.  

Last week I also employed some guys (English speaking, what a relief) to dig up two new herb plant beds for me and lay some mulch. I used to do all this work myself but at my age now I know my limits because my body tells me when I push myself.  

Even though I fatigue easily doing manual labor I can still work at the hotel. Looks like what I'm doing now is a trade off, money I earn at the hotel I pay someone else to do the manual labor around here at Casa Tipton-Kelly.  Making adjustments for my old age folks.

Yesterday I did manage to do some work outside.  I do like working outside. I just have to scale back my endeavors. But then if I did kneel over from a heart attack while working in my flower beds, well  that would be desirable for me instead of passing into the Great Beyond hooked up to IV units and a heart monitor at the hospital. 

You know folks, as much as I love Palm Springs, I do like living in a place where I can experience the change of seasons. 

Enjoy the flowers!

Wednesday, April 17, 2019

Bill's Cataract Correction Surgery


Busy days here folks! Yesterday I had a mixup as to who was going to cut up my fallen river birch tree branch and dispose of same branch. That was quite a story which I am just too tired to relate tonight. Maybe my next blog post, with pictures and videos.

Today was the day Pat and I were in the audience for "The Price is Right."  I taped the program and caught a little bit of it but couldn't see myself in the audience. I was wearing a red "Never Give Up!" T-shirt.  Unfortunately for me about half the audience had red T-shirts. I spotted Pat in his black top right away but me?  Blended in the audience.  I'll have to study that tape a bit more before I post any of it here on this blog.

Yesterday, among all the activity around here about arranging cleanup for fallen trees and tree branches, I managed to get Bill down to the Delaware Eye Institute for cataract correction surgery. Bill had his cataracts removed last year.  Just his luck, scar tissue has formed around his replacement lenses seriously affecting his vision. He can't even see the big E on the eye chart. 




Waiting for Bill's cataract correction surgery yesterday - one of our many visits to doctors' offices this time of our life
 Even though Bill didn't want to go through the whole process again at the eye institute (he doesn't like his routine disturbed), I managed to persuade him to go and have the laser correction surgery.  Right eye first. Next week he gets his left eye done. The whole procedure went well even though Bill grumbled that it "took too long."  As I said, Bill doesn't like his routine disturbed. 

Later this month I have a consultation with my doctor about my colonoscopy.  I get one every three  years now because they found several big polyps three years ago and my family history is high risk for colon cancer. Last week I had several keratosis removed from my back, arm and legs. I'm falling apart folks. 

More activity on my EBay account for which I will also write about in a future blog post. 

I do not lead a dull life folks. No complaints though, I am thankful I'm here. And these beautiful spring days, even with the occasional tornado, are beautiful.  


Tulips in our driveway - all that hard work of planting last fall has paid off!

Monday, April 15, 2019

Tornado!

Viserion the dragon

This morning at approximately 3:30 am I was awoken by a "train" roaring through our house.

Then I heard a tremendous crack of thunder. My first though was "Game of Thrones", final episode.  
Viserion was coming!

After that racket died down I went back to sleep. When I got up this morning, as is my usual practice, I looked out my back bedroom window at the oval planter with three river birch trees and this is what I saw:



Oh no!  A major branch of my river birch tree was down.  There goes my shade for the summer. We get the late afternoon hot sun during the summer and this tree was my respite from heating up my bedroom.  Oh well, thank goodness the whole tree didn't come down.

After I had breakfast I asked Bill to take a short video of me inspecting the damage. Then that's when I discovered my neighbors suffered a lot more damage that I did thus proving the point it can always be worse.  

Here are the pictures I took of that damage:


My favorite riverbirch trees. Just like Daenerys's three dragons, I have my favorite river birch trees. Now one is severely damaged but at least it's not a white walker zombie 







Bill and I took a ride around the neighborhood to see additional damage but we saw none. A few twigs down but nothing like trees uprooted like we had here in our little five house radius. Lucky us. Thank goodness no one was hurt.  

Thursday, April 11, 2019

Ebay Update and Other Drama

The silver dollar buckle I placed for sale on Ebay this morning = $25 asking price

Hello folks, I'm back!

Well, this past week has been very interesting. To update those of you who are interested in my Ebay postings, I made another sale, a pair of vintage jeans for $15.00.  I turned down an offer of $10.00.  I'm locked in to a bid of $4.65.  I took Ebay's suggestion and placed on of my Levi jeans up for bid at Ebay's suggested starting bid. They said "start low and Ebay's will bid it up."  Ha!  Didn't happen.  I'm locked in to that low bid.  I'm glad I only put one of my pairs of jeans on the bid function. All the others I set a price of $30.  I'm finding whatever I set the price, if I get a bid it's usually half what I set up the price.

Some items I thought I could sell easily but I'm finding out that isn't so.  I have about sixty 45 RPM records, half of them never out of the bag I purchased them in.  I checked Ebay to see if anyone else is selling them and wow!  Much to my surprise and disappointment there are loads of 45 RPMS records for sale, for pennies per record even if you can get that.  Lots of 100's.  Forget it, I'll keep those 45 RPM records in estate.  

I had to rethink what I'm putting up on Ebay for sale.  I removed my vintage antique Heidi doll.  Never got a bid on it.  I packed it up and sent it to a cousin to give to one of her grandchildren.  

Yesterday I put my vintage Tyco train up for sale. No hits yet but I'm hopeful.

Now that's not the only activity I've had the last couple of days. Two days ago I inadvertently kicked a hornet's nest by answering a question one of my cousins posed:  "What would cause you to lose respect for a person in five minutes after learning something about them?"  I answered "Finding they are a Trump supporter."  Wow!  That started a firestorm. I won't go into the details because some of my Tipton kin check my blog for reasons to spew more hate to me.  But I did unfriend several more hateful Tipton relatives.  I have a Facebook account to keep in touch and see photos of Tipton relatives.  This because I keep and update a Tipton family tree.  But I'm finding too many of my Tipton relatives don't like me.  I don't have time for that hate especially people who don't like me, especially my relatives. Reminds me of something my distant cousin the late Charles Tipton (and family researcher) often said "You can pick your nose but you can't pick your relatives." 


Tuesday, April 09, 2019

Daffodils Spring 2019




Let us pause in the daily travails and enjoy this short video of my spring daffodils in full bloom.

I love daffodils! They are the cheerful harbinger of spring. Spring, that time of year of rebirth.

After a long cold winter, seeing the cheerful yellow daffodils heads dancing in the wind sooth my psyche on these stressful days.

Every fall I plant more daffodils. Last night I placed an order with Brecks for even more daffodils to plant this fall. 

Can never have enough daffodils!

Looking at this video I am again reminded that this is my last move. I am totally happy here on our one acre of land in southern coastal Delaware. Of course I miss hills and mountains  and warm weather and the beat and throb of the city but here is where I will end my days. Of course punctuated with my quarterly excursions with Pat, my Canadian Travel Buddy.

Living the dream folks!


Monday, April 08, 2019

Mayor Pete



A largely unknown presidential candidate a few weeks ago, Pete Buttigieg, mayor of South Bend Indiana has taken the 2000 presidential race to a new level that I never thought I would see in my lifetime. 

I have more to write about Mayor Pete in subsequent posts but for now I would like you all to see this video of remarks mayor Pete made yesterday. I am so glad that in my lifetime I have a presidential candidate who is good, decent, intelligent and .......gay.  There, I said it. The unthinkable, a legitimate candidate for the presidency of the United States who is gay and who is not a stereotype gay but just a good and decent man who cares about this country and who isn't ashamed of being gay and offers no apologies. Not even to his fellow Indianian Mike Pence. 


Friday, April 05, 2019

EBay Progress Report

Me posing with my biker leather jacket today to send this photo to my EBay inquiry as to whether or not my jacket is "shiny". Since I sent this I haven't heard from him. I guess it's to shiny enough for him.
Me, yes that really is, back in the day (1971) when my biker leather jacket was new and shiny

Update time folks.

Today I posted more sale items on my EBay account. So far I have no bids on my antique Heidi doll.  Looks like one of my grand nieces is going to receive a very nice gift. However, I feel sorry for the Heidi doll. Little girls tend to be very rough on dainty antique dolls, dragging the doll around by her arm until it falls off. My Mother often told me the story about how her two older brothers tore the head off of her doll.

My Mother with her favorite doll which her two older brothers (pictured) eventually tore the head off (1926)

 may just keep Heidi here at Casa Tipton-Kelly. Get a nice display case and light her up. At least get her out of that box she's been in the last forty years.

The additional items I posted on EBay today were seven pairs of my vintage (from the 70's) Levi jeans.  These are the jeans I wore during my gay bar cruising days. The waists measure 32 and 33 inches and the length 36 inches. Time and gravity has taken its toll and my waist is now 34 inches and length 34 inches. Plus the legs are too slim. I'm not a "skinny jeans" type of guy.  I put a couple up for auction and the rest I put a set price of $20, figuring that one would pay more for washed out jeans at Walmart whereas mine are authentic "washed out" jeans. Much to my surprise I'm not getting any hits on those items I put up for sale.



Lastly I put up my favorite leather vest and leather biker jacket.  The leather biker jacket I received an e-mail inquiry about the size ("pit to pit") and if the jacket is "shiny" (it is).  I sent the pit to pit measurements and endured the insult from the person inquiring that the jacket "looked dull" (it doesn't) but I haven't heard anything since.  

The auction items wills stay on for a week but if I don't get any bids I'll remove them. The other items that I posted for a set price I'll leave for a week or ten days but if no bites, I'll remove them too. I have to say I'm a little surprised and disappointed, I was expecting more of a positive response.  However, I still have more items to post.  This is all a new learning experience for me folks.  One way or another, these items will be gone.  I just thought I could make a few bucks off of what I considered my more valuable items that I've collected during my seventy-seven years on this planet.  





Have a Great Day!



Busy times here folks! 

I've been tardy in updating my blog (again).

I spent the morning adding more items for sale on my eBay account.  Still no sales but I'm not giving up. 

I hope to catch up this weekend. 

Don't give up on me! I'll be back.

Tuesday, April 02, 2019

eBay Update


Vintage Heidi Collector's doll for sale - no takers on eBay

Monday I placed my second item up for sale on eBay. I placed the vintage Heidi collector's doll. 

Not one nibble folks. Nada. Nothing. Zippo. Zero.

Initially I placed it up for an auction with a beginning .99 cent bid.  Of course I felt a little uneasy about such a low beginning bid but that's what eBay suggested as the "best way" to get a bidding war started. Alas, there was no bidding war. There was nothing. 

Nada. Nothing. Zippo. Zero.

Not wanting to be trapped into selling my valuable Heidi collector's doll for less than a dollar, which I would have been obligated to if someone bid 99 cents, I changed the starting bid to $20.  That's a fair price.

Now if I don't get a bid, one of my grand nieces or great grandnieces (I have two of them!) will soon receive a very nice gift from their Uncle Ronnie.

Next item up for sale on eBay?  One of my fifty or so vintage jeans, Levi's made in USA!

Vintage Levi jeans, circa 1965 - 32 W X 36 L - slim fit (means no longer fits my 34 inch waist)
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