I’m doing the unthinkable.

That’s right.  I’m selling my comic book collection.

51 comics from my early teens, mostly Superman and Spiderman, but some oddities I had picked up over the years like Ralph Snart, the Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade and Jurassic Park comic-izations, and even a Bugs Bunny comic from 1978 that’s apparently worth $8 near-mint.  A shame the comic is decidedly not mint.  “Fair” or “Good” tops; I dunno, those comic ratings elude me.  I looked through Comics Price Guide and found that most of them are worth $3 near-mint, and a lot of them are likely in that good of a condition.  I’m planning on taking the lot of them down to the comics store in Wolfville to see what kind of price I can get for them… I’m hoping $75.

This is, of course, entirely toward the end of financing my down payment on a house.  The mortgage is doable, however the money for the down payment is problematic.  I have to somehow scrape together just about seven grand by fifteen days before the closing date that we agree upon, that is if this all goes through.  I have a bunch saved up, and I have some resources I can tap, but if it all works out, it’ll be tight for a while.  And by tight, I mean we’ll be eating peanut butter sandwiches and Mr. Noodles for the foreseeable future.

I’ve already converted my “oops-I-forgot-my-lunch” stash of work food from the usual soups and granola bars and such, to a loaf of bread and peanut butter.  And I have every intention of eating leftovers and rice and such to stretch our food budget as long as I can.  Bachelow Chow, here I come!  I’ve got a house to buy, dammit, and I’m going to do it!

I’m doing the unthinkable.