Wham, it worked!

"Even pyramids erode," a pithy comment from a friend about the fight (cage match actually, or a battle royal) between my work ethic, the work I have to do, the time I have available, my skills and my body. Normally my work ethic wins, my skills running roughshod over physical limitations and stretching time just enough to make the impossible possible.

Not this time. My body won. The day after the last post I put photos online of some choice items and sent the url to the world. Wham, it worked! The next day an auction company expressed interest in my parent's dragon hoard, and arranged to visit the next day. Phew.

I pulled out all stops (seems to be a cliche day) getting their "stuff" ready to be seen. Marketing 101: make the product appealing to potential customers. Think what a customer likes and work backwards to create that. Wham, it worked!

The auction company will brings trucks and strong backs on Tuesday morning, and by that evening Pop's garage will be ... EMPTY!! Yippie. The auction will be next Sunday: I will post the email promotion (describing all the goods so I'm told: a long list) later this week to show what I have been talking about.

Yet success comes at a price. Not always, but often. Usually. It did here: my back, neck and shoulder went on strike, insisting on rest, ice, heat and massage. While normally I'd pay there demands no attention, this time I had no choice. The Boss (wife) laid down the Law--no work, including computer, for, well, almost three days.

So, that's why no posts for a few days. I am pretty much back to normal (sic) now, and have a couple more Pop's Garage videos mentally prepared.

Not much relevance to Dick and Acme, sorry. Relevant to me, Dick's Boswell, though. I hope that is enough.