NOPE, THE BONKS ARE IN THE KITCHEN.
I put a plate on the granite counter top, BONK.
I pull a pan from the shelf, BONK!
Placing a cup on the counter, unloading the dishwasher--
grinding coffee? Forget it. All is noisy.
Maybe I’m just clumsy.
The reason for noticing all this BONKING, BANGING OR GURGLE,
GURGLE as I pour water into a pitcher to make iced tea, is that daughter dear
and grandson sleep right off the kitchen. In the mornings the cat wants their
bedroom door open for he needs to do his laps. Daughter works way into the
night while her young one is sleeping, so in the mornings, I try to be quiet.
It’s impossible. Doesn’t seem to bother her though, so guess all my bonking needn’t
be a concern.
A concern worth addressing is the online store eBay,
daughter’s source of income. It has gone
cuckoo. If you call eBay, they will say everything is okay. Talk to the sellers
and they are crying gigantic crocodile tears, for some say their sales have
dropped 50% in the last month. That coincides with a change in eBay’s search
engines, and search tactics. Cassini is the name of their search engine, and it is
so specific as to be ridiculous. It appears to be phasing out the little guy.
Oh gee, and daughter dear is a little guy. She was making quite a living
selling Legos. She and I went together and are selling Duplos, the 2 to 5
year-old baby’s version of Legos, (larger bricks, larger animals and figures), and
they were selling well until all hell broke loose.
Cassini is so invasive it tracks where a searcher’s curser is on
the screen, and what sellers and customers
are saying to each via emails. It favors the top seller bumping them
into top position to insure that they sell more. Thus it is favoring mega
stores like Toys R Us. “Best buy” isn’t necessarily the cheapest. eBay, of
course, wants to make money, so the no-so-cheap
items will pop up first. Some say if your items aren’t selling raise your price,
and here we were trying to sell low. I
thought eBay was about the unusual, the odd, the unique, the bargains, a place
where customers could search for specific items. I
thought it was friendly. It looks as though sellers must list for the search
engine, not the customers. One seller of Wigs said his wording has to be WIG,
not wigs. Oh gosh, oh gee. No wonder people get conspiracy ideas floating
through their brain.
We’ll see. I hope it all gets worked out.
Meanwhile I sit here at the window in front of my computer
looking out to the street. All’s quiet. All’s well. This is a great street,
many nice homes, many cars, yet few on the road. Where are all the people and
why so few cars on the road? I’m not complaining. Just wondering. It’s a
mystery. Maybe we’re like the Truman movie where everything is a movie set.
My window is facing North so the sun does not shine on my
screen or in my eyes. In California I had to keep the blinds pulled so I could
see. In Hawaii I could look out over the
expanse of green that was the mowed area around our house, and there I watched
the morning sun enliven the green like the morning goddess tuning up her
rheostat. In Oregon I could see Duchess
grazing behind the house. When I got other horses and she moved to the paddock,
I looked out over the Douglas firs. Gosh I remember living on Hendricks Hill in
Eugene before moving to Davis mountain and having a window. Before that in
Rancho Santa Fe CA, I sat at another window that opened to a view of the
canyon. I’ve been writing at windows for
a long time.
I completed Mom’s book
this morning though. I wish I was clever with titles. Do you have any
suggestions? Maybe simply: “Mom’s
Letters” Secrets, the End of the Story
this book is about Letters written by my
Mom to the Holt Adoption Agency that have survived for 50 years, plus my responses.
I have to do it for Mom and for my sister Jan. I have decided to publish it as an ebook.
Marketing? Hell, publishers want you to do the marketed for them, so I might as
well do it for myself. I will put it out there. Mom didn’t write all those
letters and have them survive for 50 years for nothing. And Jan? I owe it to
her. Now for a cover.
This is our book. This is our story. It will fly.
Find Duplos on http://www.ebay.com/store/wigglywombat
I was about to have a tizzy-fit because I could not find my
daughter’s site, and I knew it existed. How in the world people find her items
is beyond me. I was trying mini-figures, dragons, those sorts of searches.
Finally I resorted to PayPal and there found her address.
I have a few items. My ID is douglasfir541
“Phonic isn’t spelled with an “F”.
That’s the reason the aliens fly right on by and don’t stop here.”
