One of the buddies I got some books for wanted to pay me. The reality is that she would have been uncomfortable if she didn’t pay me, and I didn’t want to push it. So, she gave me a dollar. Sounded really small to her, I’m sure, especially since one of the eight or so books was signed by the author (Zilpha Keatley Snyder! The Velvet Room! A freakin’ classic!). However, it puts me in the position of making a profit on being “neighborly.” Not only being neighborly, but introducing a young girl to a fabulous author in the incredible world of books. Such is life; I accepted the dollar gracefully.
That dollar gets added back into my gift fund. Add that to a dime I found on the ground, the gas-less walk I took to work, the plums I picked off my tree, and the great meal My Guy cooked, and it’s a positively abundant day.
How did that book end up at Buck a Bag?
August 30th, 2006 at 02:30 am
August 30th, 2006 at 06:36 pm 1156962985
I LOVE your outlook. It's refreshing to see someone get so much enjoyment out of something others would barely see as worth mentioning. You give us all a lot to strive for.