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Survived Dementors, On to GoodWill
Feb. 6th, 2016 11:31 am The Dementors did their best to wear me out on Friday, but I managed to survive, anyway. Luckily, because the deliveries were late, I actually managed to find some time to compulsively organize juvenile series titles. (Weirdly, things like this relax me.) Also, the author in me rebels whenever I see all the 39 Clues books all jammed together willy-nilly on a shelf, like it's not important that some of the books are part of the regular series and some are from the Unstoppable series or the Double Cross or the Cahills vs. Vespers... especially when the subtitles are right there on the spine. THIS IS IMPORTANT, PEOPLE. Especially, I would think to young readers.
Anyway, I survived that AND dinner with one of Shawn's brothers.
Mark Friday as a success.
Today, Mason is off at Math Counts. I delivered him at 8:00 am at Washington and they're being bussed off to some college for the competition.
This means Shawn and I had the house to ourselves this morning, so there's been a whole lot of nothing going on, as well as a trip to the Goodwill outlet.
The Goodwill Outlet is different from other Goodwill shops in that it's just completely unorganized bins of STUFF that people dig through and pay for by the pound. For our loom, we brought home 45 pounds of fabric. It was an interesting experience. Shawn had a blast, and was among her people, digging away for bargains. I hung back a little, since I had no specific goal and watched people. There was one guy obsessively digging through bins for shoes. He seemed intent on finding pairs. He had an entire cart full of shoes, and was super methodical in the way he sorted and dug. The staff all knew him by name. My first impression was that he was legit OCD, but then it occurred to me that he might just have a method for hunting down to a science and be searching for shoes for a shelter or some other non-profit organization. There was another woman who was actually very desperately hunting for clothes for herself/her family, and had a budget that seemed to involve pocket change. That was very hard to see, but, as Shawn pointed out, the good news is that she did walk away from the super-store with three or four shirts for fifteen cents. I also saw lots of people hunting through pockets and purses for... extras? That was fascinating, especially as I watched one woman pull out what was clearly nicotine gum from a purse, consider them, and then toss them aside. I was fascinated because my first thought was: "Who doesn't clean out their purse before they donate it?" Of course, the answer immediately presented itself: "Dead people."
Still, a very interesting experience.
Anyway, I survived that AND dinner with one of Shawn's brothers.
Mark Friday as a success.
Today, Mason is off at Math Counts. I delivered him at 8:00 am at Washington and they're being bussed off to some college for the competition.
This means Shawn and I had the house to ourselves this morning, so there's been a whole lot of nothing going on, as well as a trip to the Goodwill outlet.
The Goodwill Outlet is different from other Goodwill shops in that it's just completely unorganized bins of STUFF that people dig through and pay for by the pound. For our loom, we brought home 45 pounds of fabric. It was an interesting experience. Shawn had a blast, and was among her people, digging away for bargains. I hung back a little, since I had no specific goal and watched people. There was one guy obsessively digging through bins for shoes. He seemed intent on finding pairs. He had an entire cart full of shoes, and was super methodical in the way he sorted and dug. The staff all knew him by name. My first impression was that he was legit OCD, but then it occurred to me that he might just have a method for hunting down to a science and be searching for shoes for a shelter or some other non-profit organization. There was another woman who was actually very desperately hunting for clothes for herself/her family, and had a budget that seemed to involve pocket change. That was very hard to see, but, as Shawn pointed out, the good news is that she did walk away from the super-store with three or four shirts for fifteen cents. I also saw lots of people hunting through pockets and purses for... extras? That was fascinating, especially as I watched one woman pull out what was clearly nicotine gum from a purse, consider them, and then toss them aside. I was fascinated because my first thought was: "Who doesn't clean out their purse before they donate it?" Of course, the answer immediately presented itself: "Dead people."
Still, a very interesting experience.