My aforementioned Valkyrie of a wife told me that a mutual acquaintance got some chuckles over my predicament a couple of weeks ago. While she was at an almost useless REI conference, she told him about my inaugural "moving business" fiasco that cost me about $50. He laughed and said, "'Entrepreneurship' means getting other people to do the work." (Subtext: You married an idiot and you should come home with me, where I will give you backrubs and sexy time).Maybe so, but he's not waving a flaming torch and sword in the face of the dragon of foreclosure. I am. One tends to get "creative" in the face of such toothy threats to one's hearth and home.
Anyway, because of two ads I placed on Craigslist--two of 'em--I'm going to make an extra hundred dollars tomorrow morning. It's not a lot, I know, but it's $100 more than I'd otherwise have. With a little persistence, I could make enough per month to get us back to the place we were six months ago--saving money, having an occasional dinner out, and not having nightmares about our in-laws. ('Nother story.) Some guy called me last night asking about the "Small moves = small prices" ad I put on Craigslist. That's amazing considering that there seems to be a lot of competition in this arena around here. Local movers refresh CL every few minutes. My "customer" must have scrolled through ten pages to find my ad. Imagine if I put an ad up there every hour or so...
There are much better things I'd like to do with my Saturday mornings--like sleeping in, playing "steamroller" with my wife when we wake up, and getting comps for various properties--but hey, scratch is scratch.
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