Sometimes I’m too amenable.
Today I drove to Tadworth with a great big telly I had flogged on eBay. The guy gave me cash. Then I put most of it into a friend’s bank account as the thing wasn’t mine. Got a good price for it considering it is missing lots of the things that most people keep. I had a remote and I’d bought a power cable. Thinking about it, I forgot to deduct the cost of the cable from the money I transferred to my friend but it’ll all come out in the wash as I’ve still got lots of random things that I can tick over. My eBay mojo is pretty decent. I’ve sold over 400 things and still got 100% positive feedback. That’s enough of a history that I look like a safe bet to potential buyers, so it’s easier to flog things. But then I go and drive to Tadworth just to make sure he says nice things about me. Bah.
On the way back I picked up a mate and we caught up as I drove him into town, so the trip wasn’t entirely wasted. And I got to listen to a few episodes of Yeti on BBC Sounds which is perhaps a tiny bit more intellectual than I like things to be, but packed with enough curiosity and wonder to be good company while driving. Apparently even Attenborough is willing to give credence to the existence of something Yeti-ish, and the podcast is two very left brain enthusiasts going out to the Himalayas looking for evidence. The history of yeti hunting is fascinating to learn about, the Himalayan people are very attuned to the possibility of magic, but I’m sad every time they talk of people running DNA scans on yeti relics and finding them to be goat or human or polar bear… I kind of hope they find something. There’s plenty of photos of footprints. This one is from the Indian army and they were mostly just laughed at for posting it. Footprints in snow can melt to be larger, but maybe … just maybe…
Things like that though, I’m always happier to give credence to them. We all think we are terribly clever, and often that manifests in us closing ourselves off to the possibility of wondrous things. It’s why I like tarot, and think about the phase of the moon and all the oojie boojie stuff. It’s why I go on pilgrimages with Catholics, and chant nam-myo-ho-renge-kyo and think about Greek gods and earth magic in Shakespeare. Believing in things beyond our ken is generally going to bring nicer things into our lives than feeling all smart because we think we can prove the wondrous thing isn’t wondrous.
So I guess I’ve been moving energy around again. Now I’m home and it’s hot and getting late. I’m enjoying my long drives at the moment – even without the cricket they’re a great opportunity to plug into random lovely things on audio.
AlBarclay 