the day didn't go as imagined. We ended up waiting till Julian got off school. Which actually made sense, because the most pressing need was pants for him. He grows. Only has three pair. One is ify. He has sensitivities about his clothing. Like Old Nana like boy. No one would ever guess by what we actually wear. But. The new Goodwill in the old Sears building is huge. a LOT of clothing, a lot of nic nacks…sp? and as it seems here in California, next to no "linens". Bummer. No recycle here. Nothing to send to Deb L.
but there was stuff for sure. I found a "new" shetland wool sweater, you could tell by the label that it had never been washed.Two pairs of levis in the boys department. A belt. that is actually made for someone my size. All my pants . slide down. I ordinarily use some kind of string. so, a great belt. I got another pot. My brother had called me, concerned about my using the steel wool on the teflon, making Julian help me. Telling me that was a grave error. He is a lurker on this blog. Yes. I have a brother. 7 years younger than i. In Minnesota. We are last remnants of an odd family. All subsequent offsping are unremarkably normal. sort of.
and then, this. you know, how you stand there, just before entering a check out, looking at what you have put in your cart… thinking…i don't really need that. I won't wear that, which was what i was thinking about the sweater because it's a pull over and i am so inclined to an open front, to the cotton hooded sweatshirts, but it was such a great sweater, and
this really great egg beater. It's a TOOL. heavy. Made for forever. It spins loose and FREE. Most assuredly the top of its line at some point. I stood there, holding it, studying it, …. i don't really need it. Julian chimbed in that it would be what we need if we made pancakes. Still, i'm not sure. I look up and there's Alyssia's face, smiling, ….get it gramma….she says. It's really nice.
so ok. One more thing to leave behind if we need to.
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