My eBaY store has been on autopilot for the last few weeks, as I’ve been engaging in more urgent and more profitable endeavors. Even so, I accomplished quite a bit:
- I sold about $50 worth of stuff without even trying
- I got suspended for nonpayment of eBaY fees
I’m leaning toward specializing in books, once I get my suspension rescinded. They’re just so easy to handle, plus, as I have mentioned, you can send them via Media Mail, which is (I think) $2.83 for the first pound, to which I add $1 for handling and for shipping supplies.
I used to have to save every book I read. I couldn’t bear to part with a book. I pretended to myself that I would reread it some day, or use it for “reference.” Nor could I borrow books, from my friends or from the library. I had to have my own. I think there was a little vanity going on there: “Look at all the books I’ve read, all the knowledge I’ve amassed. I have all this in my head.”
I once made the tragic mistake of giving away all my Dave Barry books. What was I thinking? One by one, I’ve acquired most of them again. Last night I read (for the fourth or fifth time) Dave Barry Turns 50. (Dave and I are the same age.)
Q. Where were you the first time you heard the Beatles?
a. In a station wagon
b. In a fallopian tube
Actually, I was with about twelve other girls in Cary Vigneri’s Volkswagen.