My blood relation has recently aligned herself with the book selling business. And as she happily and speedily lists any book she possibly can online, I am busily beholding books to buy to add to my spreading collection. I am even considering buying a new book shelf as the size of mine is now insufficient. Yes, I am the pack rat of the family.
Today I was out and about in downtown - I wandered into a store run by two old hippies. The store was full to the brim of doodads, knick-knacks and widgets. I believe the store was called "Collectibles and Things." I got the impression that it was a couple who just started emptying out their house and years of accumulation in it. They must have decided to start a store and oh hey let's call it "Collectibles and Things," "Sure hon, that'd be swell." And it came to fruition much to everyone's satisfaction.
So, there I was by the bookshelf in this strange store and I spotted a Spanish Language book from 1875. As a sincere student of Spanish, I just had to buy it so I can learn to say things like "Your Lordship" and "Lady so-and-so" in Spanish. So, I popped over ten bucks and compensated the dear lady. I was just delighted with my purchase - I pictured it looking so beautiful on my bookshelf that I have yet to buy. I considered turning it into a heirloom and letting my imaginary grand kids inherit it. I imagined my future intellectual friends coming over and being so impressed with my esteemed book printed in 1875. Oh, ehrm, did I mention it was printed in 1875?
But then, when I got home, I looked the book up online and was jubilant to find out that it's worth $100. That gives me a 90% profit if I can sell it. So, I had blood relation list it for sale. However, I shall be a bit sad to see it go as it is a book that I would like to keep.
The beginning of my life as a wheeler and dealer has officially begun. I do hope it's fruitful. One never knows what things are worth.
