My day started at 6 a.m., which is a big deal for me. I’m not a morning person, and I don’t normally get to bed before 1 a.m., so waking up with the sun isn’t easy. I drove Bonnie to work, so I could use the car today, and came home to get ready for a couple of buyers from Facebook Marketplace.

The first one showed up at 10 a.m. He bought two boxes of wood for turning that I’ve had listed on Craigslist for months. I listed them on Facebook last week, and now they’re gone. They were the last thing taking up space on my garage floor, and they’re finally gone!

The next guy said he would be here at 11 a.m., but messaged me this morning saying he had some banking to do, so it would be around noon. At 12:09 p.m., I began wondering when he might show up. I checked my phone to make sure I hadn’t missed any messages, and I hadn’t, so I just went back to editing.

At 12:22 p.m., I checked my messages again, and then, for whatever reason, I decided to check the cameras and discovered I had missed a doorbell notification two minutes earlier. I jumped up, put on my shoes, and opened the door. An old man with no teeth hustled to the door.

He had driven over an hour to get here, so he was quite distraught at the notion that it may have been for nothing. In the end, of course, it was for nothing. He was there to buy the DVD Home Theater System I picked up from the junk sale a couple of months ago.

I brought it out, and he asked me if it had a USB cable. I had no idea, but I didn’t think it would because it’s so damn old. I took the DVD player out of the box and showed him the back side with all of the connection ports. “It doesn’t have a USB!” He exclaimed. “I can’t do anything with these,” he said, pointing to the S-video and RCA jacks. “I should have asked you,” he said, only just then realizing that he could have saved himself a two-hour round trip. He turned around, got into his car, and drove away. I felt bad, but not responsible.

At 1:30 p.m., I picked up a rental trailer for the weekend. The dump is free on Sunday, so I’m going to take advantage of it, but today, my kid wanted to go pick up a scooter from someone on Facebook. It was about 30 – 45 minutes away. She told him to call her at 2 p.m., and she would give him the address. So, he did, and we headed her way.

We got to her town a little before 3 p.m., and found a place to park and wait for the address. It never came. At 3:30 p.m., we gave up and drove back home. As soon as we walked in the front door, she texted: “Sorry, I just saw your text.”

So, we got back in the car and drove back out. We picked up the scooter and went back home. After we unloaded the scooter, I left again to pick up Bonnie. We capped the night with a majestic SpaceX launch. That was what you call a full day.