FOR SALE ! OR IS IT ????

Oh My !   My patience and my brain are being pushed to their limits.  

Once again my failure to understand the male psyche is causing me to get very frustrated with Mr. Man. I am getting whiplash from shaking my head so often and so severely.  Put simply . . . I am SO confused !

My understanding is that The Man wants to get rid of stuff. At least this is what he has said. Often ! His exact words were, "I want to get rid of stuff!"  so I'm pretty sure I have not mis understood his intentions. 

The Man has also said that he wants the parson who takes his stuff to appreciate its value and enjoy using it.  I take this to mean that he does not want the local homeless person to take the spinning wheel and use it for firewood.  (Although it probably would be appreciated because the wood would make a nice warm fire to keep the homeless person warm.). 

I have tried to explain to The Man that a person is only going to purchase an item if it is something they want.  I mean, when was the last time you spent four hundred dollars on a spinning wheel just because you wanted to spend that amount of money on something you had no use for?  This thinking is apparently too complex for The Man because he continues to make the same statement over and over. 

Moving on past this road block I have managed to convince The Man that we can sell some stuff through the internet. We have posted several items on Facebook Marketplace and have sold over a thousand dollars worth of things.  But as much as he says he wants to sell these things it is an ordeal to get him to let them go. 

Today we had a woman and her husband drive an hour to look at and purchase a "spool rack". It was a big, awkward thing that they had to put in the back of their pick up truck in spite of the fact that it was raining. The Man, My Man, had said he wanted twenty dollars for this thing. I think that was a fair price and apparently the woman who bought it thought it was an excellent price to drive an hour to come and get it. Once she and her husband were here she asked if we had some other weaving related item that I had never heard of but My Man knew exactly what she was talking about. Voila ! We had exactly what the woman was looking for and she was SO excited. (Remember the part where My Man said he wants someone who will really appreciate an item to be the one to buy it?). 

It was as if the woman had asked for The Man's kidney !  

This dumb ass little box of a thing has been kicking around the living room for weeks as part of the stuff "we" want to get rid of.  It is so small and inconsequential that we have not bothered to post it on our list of things for sale. It just happened that this woman today has been looking for exactly this thing but has not been able to find one anywhere.  She immediately offered The Man thirty dollars for it. (They are apparently selling new for about forty dollars so I figured this was a good deal and it would mean one more thing gone from the house. ) 

He didn't want to sell it to her !   I have no idea why but he looked like she was trying to sell him some swamp land in Florida.  He is so suspicious of everyone and everything. 

Last I checked no one had a black market for weaving items so when this woman said she wanted to buy this thing it was because she was excited to find something she could USE . 

I talked The Man into selling it to her for the thirty dollars she was offering but I really think he felt he was being "cheated".  

First of all . . .  the thing, what ever the hell it was, was doing us no good sitting in the middle of the living room floor. Secondly, because we hadn't expected to get rid of it I thought it was a win win to find someone right then and there to take the damn thing.  

It's not like we need to sell this stuff for top dollar because our livelihood depends on it.  We will not starve to death if we don't get thirty five dollars in stead of thirty for something.  It's just one less thing his kids will throw out once he is gone. 

As todays couple was leaving and getting ready to put the spool rack into their truck My Man noticed a plastic grocery bag hanging on the spool rack.  My Man stood in the door way to the living room asking me what was in that plastic bag. (It has been hanging there for at least two weeks but he never thought to look in it before now.) I HAD looked in the bag last week and it held empty cardboard spools that would go on the spool rack. I told him this and his next question was, "Are you sure there isn't anything else in there with them?" . . .  

LIKE WHAT ?????   Twenty billion dollars in gold nuggets ??   A map to king Solomons mine ?  Or maybe the Holy Grail is in there !!!!!!!   

WHAT ???????   It's full of EMPTY CARD BOARD SPOOLS !!!!!!!   

OH MY GOD  . . .   Are we selling this crap or what ????