Our neighbor Eric is having a bit of a clear out. He told me the other day that he has thrown out over thirty old reel to reel tape recorders; don’t worry though, he still has ten left that he’s keeping hold of just in case he needs them.
Eric is a bit weird.
That’s ok by me though as over the past few weeks he’s been gradually giving me his collection of comics, chunk by chunk. This has culminated today in him handing me a large suitcase full to the brim of such delights as Spider-man, Conan the Barbarian, and Transformers. Six hundred and eighty six comics in all. That’s me busy for a while then.
On an unrelated note, Amy and I cleaned up the front yard this afternoon. There was a tarpaulin in the corner that has been there since I used it to keep her wendy house dry before I constructed it. I decided that 9 months was about enough time for it to be kicking about so I started to put it away; only to find half of Huddersfield’s snail population hibernating in it’s folds (did you know snails hibernate? Well they do. To stay moist while they sleep they seal their shell opening with a dry layer of mucus called an epiphragm. Who said this blog wasn’t educational?!).
Amy has a fear of snails, in fact she has a fear of most things that creep and crawl. Before I could put the tarpaulin away I had to clear off all the gastropods (see, there is that educational thing again). At first she kept running away screaming, claiming they were all going to come out of their shells and bite her. After a while though she became more confident that she wasn’t about to get savaged, and by the end she was picking them off herself.
It’s a good job they were snails we were moving and not slugs. I’m not sure seeing her father running around in circles, flapping his hands and shrieking like a girl would do much to help her overcome her phobias.
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Knowing the size of your bed, thats some collection of comics. Love the picture of Amy with the hose, did Eric actually asked for his windows to be cleaned?
CBT in action…. ;)
Excellent work there.
Or perhaps desensitization or even flooding.
holy crap! did he check ebay before unloading that collection on you?
I’m not sure seeing her father running around in circles, flapping his hands and shrieking like a girl would do much to help her overcome her phobias. OMG! That made me spew soda. That about sounds like what I would do.
I have had an entertaining and heartwarming time at your blog tonight. Thank you. :)
Bon Bon: I very much doubt it, I’m not sure if he’s ever even touched a computer. I, however, did check eBay (mercenary? me?) I don’t think they are worth that much, although they are fairly old (early eighties). Most of them are British reprints which I think drives down their value.
Once I’ve read them I’ll ask him if he wants me to sell them, then give him the cash.
Shelli: Thanks:)