...some DVD and CD racks...a wood and iron etagere for the downstairs bathroom...some sturdy but affordable bookshelves so I can dig my Civil War reference books out of the boxes and use them as I write my screenplay.
POOF! POOF! POOF! Wishes granted!!
Well, Craig's List doesn't grant wishes quite that fast - there's the phone call you have to make and the driving to pick it up - but it is kind of weird that every time I decide I need something, I can find it within seconds with a few clicks of my mouse - CHEAP! Can it really be a coincidence that someone wants to sell exactly what I'm looking for? Today, it was the bookshelves. Solid pine, seven feet tall, four feet wide, in perfect shape. I'll be able to fit A LOT of books on those shelves.
Despite the rush I get when I find something, I'm not an addict. I'm just a casual user, compared to Tom. He checks it every day. His scores include my drums, a rolling tool cabinet, my minivan, the Suzuki Samurai, Tommy's Dodge Neon, wheels and tires (we seem to go through a lot of these), a porch swing, a kayak and canoe, a telescope, glass bricks for the shower wall in the downstairs bathroom, accent tile for that bathroom, Bose speakers, a papasan chair, an earth compactor and brick paving stones, large mirrors, a treadmill, an elliptical trainer (FREE!), his Suzuki DR350 motorcycle, a freestanding basketball goal, a couple of beds, and a chainsaw.
E-bay satisfied his bargain addiction (leather couches, big screen TV, armoire, Daniel's bookshelves and desk) until he discovered Craig's List was faster and cheaper. How could he resist?
As bad as he has it, my friend Darla's addiction makes him look like a newbie. Darla buys and sells on Craig's List at the speed of a seasoned broker on Wall Street. Her back yard that looks like a photo shoot set for "Home and Garden"? All furnishings courtesy of Craig's List - from the umbrellas and wicker furniture to the eclectic painted cabinet and vintage double chaise lounge. As a busy single mom, she also depends on Craig when she needs odd jobs done around the house that she can't do herself.
But what am I doing here, just writing about it? I have some bookshelves to fill...