Hubby just called me quite vexed that I am listing some of my stuff on Ebay. Well, it isn't just stuff or it wasn't when I got it.
One of the items is my prized Franciscan Desert Rose butter dish without a finial and with a manufacturing defect. This is a rare piece without the finial, but with the other defect it is really rare. I scored it years ago from someone who thought it was broken and even I didn't realize it was rare. It was manufactured in 1947.
My Harley Davidson brass bezel watch that I got as a Christmas gift in the 1980's and it still works, still has the original band on it, but I don't wear watches anymore.
Ditto for the Baby G-Shock I had to have in purple.
Due to my injury, my work hours haven't been great and the bill collectors are calling now almost constantly. Yesterday I counted 15 calls back to back in 20 minutes. I would love to tell them I can pay them all right now, but it isn't going to happen.
I don't want you to feel sorry for me or think I am feeling pity. I am not. It is what it is and knowing that if I can sell some of my 'STUFF,' and pay some bills off, we can actually take a vacation next year, or sit at home and not say its a bill collector when the phone rings, be able to help my sons out more than we can, or our church more than we can right now.
Yeah, I am okay with giving up stuff.
I fell, I got hurt, I would take it back if I could, but I can't. It is where God has placed me right now and you know what? I don't think it is in such a bad place!