Rant #3,227: Sitting Here Baby

I am having a bout of insomnia again … too much on my mind to get a good sleep.

And if you winder why I am off Facebook, it is because I have literally been kicked off for a few days, because my posts have been deemed to go against “Community Standards.”

I have no idea why, other than the apparent fact that everything I try to put up now—no matter what I talk about—goes against their “Community Standards,” because I am being targeted for some unknown reason.

I could put up a post of “Mary Had a Little Lamb,” and they would deem that my post went against “Community Standards”—yet posts that are overly political, sexual, racist and anti-Semitic somehow pass those “Community Standards.”

I should be able to at least post items tomorrow, but I am still banned from posting in my groups for about three weeks or so.

If I was a lawyer, I would sue them, but I am just a lowly freelance editor/writer … if you know any lawyers who might take on my case, please let me know.

Anyway, yesterday was an interesting day for myself and my family.

My wife and I were able to get over to the new abode and get some measurements that we need to fit in furniture, get drapes, and simply figure out where everything is going to go in the new place.

The apartment is still not done—a lot remains to be completed—but we are slated to move in by mid-November, and everything should be ready to go in three weeks.

We did ask management if we could start getting things over a little earlier, and they will have to get back to us on that. It would make things a little easier if we could move the smaller boxes over by ourselves, but who knows if we can at this point.

My son and I bought a larger TV for our living room, splitting the cost on this item.

We have several TVs, but they are all pretty small, so we figured we would need a larger TV for the new place and how we hope to set up things—in the 40-inch range—so yesterday, after my son’s workday, he and I picked up a nice TV at a really nice price.

We are supposedly getting nearer to a sale, so the lawyer sent over some paperwork which sparked several questions on my end, and they will have to be fully answered by the lawyer for me to sign anything.

And then we come to an item that I wish we could take with us, but we simply can’t due to space limitations.

I have an original Yankee Stadium seat which was removed from the Stadium during the Stadium’s first renovation in 1973.

I got it from a Marlboro Cigarettes promo that was run back then, right out of the back of a truck at Sunrise Mall.

It is still "sittable," is mainly wood with the base being metal, and it has a printed number two on it--not a plate.

I am looking to sell this great piece of memorabilia to someone who is a Yankees fan or a baseball fan in general.

I have a price in mind, so if you are interested, please get in contact with me ASAP.

This is an item that I really hate to get rid of, but I have to … but this is not a charity case, and as far as price, I am going to be fair about it, but I am going by the standards set for similar items on eBay.

Funny, just as I am typing this out, I realized that my Yankee Stadium seat has spent as much time in the garage—50 years—as it might have spent as a seat in the original Yankee Stadium …

But sorry to say, it is time to go.

I also spoke to a dealer yesterday, who admitted he was interested, told me exactly what the item was worth—again, that eBay price range--yet offered me half that price to take it off my hands.

Nope, not happening … I would rather sell it to one of you, so please let me know if you are interested.

The item is in Facebook marketplace—somehow, I was able to sneak in this listing there yesterday, even though I am banned elsewhere on the site, fully demonstrating how ludicrous this entire imbroglio that I am having with Facebook really is—and I hope to sell this item as quickly as possible.

And in the midst of everything, we continue to pack, pack and pack some more … it seems to be never ending, but we can see the light at the end of the tunnel right now.

We have thrown out so much stuff—and allocated a ton of things to storage—that what still sits in front of us are items that have a definite direction, and are definitely going to the new residence.

Some of it will be difficult to pack away, but the time has just about come with just three weeks left for our time in the old house.

Lots of things still have to be done, but the last of the packing is before us, and we are nearly ready to go with that packing.

I am not looking forward to it, but it is inevitable, and will certainly be some of the most difficult packing that I, personally, have to do—

My record collection, which will be coming with us to the new residence.

Just think about packing in general for such a move, and then add in a 10,000-piece collection, and you have a mountain of mayhem ready to ensue.

Funny, several people looking to buy the house asked us, in a joking way, if the records came with the house, and I jokingly said, “No,” but I meant what I said.

I may not be able to take my Yankee Stadium chair with me to the new dwelling, but the records are following me there, no questions asked.