the rational collector

Some people collect cookie jars.

Some collect beanie babies.

That's all well and good but I am a more rational collector. I collect things that I can use.

Among these collections of mine you will find a small one of cameras.

I have returned recently to this collection after laying off it for a number of years. I've been placing bids on eBay on some expensive ones and some not so expensive ones.

For the most part I've been bidding early and somewhat low on the expensive old cameras. In one auction my bid was exceeded by over seven hundred dollars!

Well last Saturday I saw one I thought I would like and partly in response to my pain over losing my little dog and partly because I would not be online when the auction ended, I posted a very competitive bid, turned off the PC and went to my brothers house to watch the OSU-Michigan game.

When I got home I found out that I had won the camera!


Now what makes this story interesting is that a few days later the last bid I had on another similar camera went unchallenged and I won it too!


So now I have two similar cameras when I would have been perfectly happy with one. Well that's alright, after all, I am a collector.

sorry

Time to quit the bullshit and get back to work.

This blog was never about some foolish person who thought he had his life together.

It has always been about a foolish person who knew he didn't have his life together but at least was taking a shot, sort of, at getting it together.

The door has always been open for readers to join in and help themselves.

Of course I've wasted a lot of time for the past year by writing very little. Sorry. Should have kept it up.
I have felt very sorry about my lack of production. The writing project is one that is full of hope for the future. I have little hope without it. I don't live the sort of life that fits in nicely with retirement. I have to be doing something productive.



I have felt even more sorry recently because my best friend died this past Thursday.

My little dog Snickers passed unexpectedly.

It shouldn't have happened at all.

I feel that I should have exercised better judgement as her health changed over the last year.

I am sorry that she died in bed without me being right there with her instead of just nearby.

I just didn't expect it.

I was her daddy and I let her down.

I have a broken heart once again.

I still get upset when I think about her predecessor, and he died seven years ago.

I am sorry to say that I have managed to change little over the years. I am an overweight middle-aged man living in a messy house.

And if I don't do something, I mean really do something about it, then someday the writing will stop again and never return. My home will fail me and that will be the end.