Day 429 Beam me up

10th October 2018

The draw of Goodwill is as effective as a tractor beam on Star Trek. Kelli gets locked on and drawn in, nothing is safe, nothing is spared.

We needed more things to work on even though the garage is full, but any useful furniture was not there. Some of the things are downright ugly and would require sorcery to make them attractive. That doesn’t stop Kelli trawling the isles in search of cool things. I have developed eye rolling as a means of visual communication. This indicates whether I think the piece is worth considering, although whatever I signal is immediately ignored. This doesn’t bother me as I am crap at recognising potential sales.

The visits are not brief, it is impossible to make a quick trip, and I know the pattern off by heart. First the furniture section, a quick scout around, crap! Move on to the next section, frames and pictures, then glass and crockery, not so necessary now that the wedding is over. Then the small wood and basket things, stopping to look at funky leggings, in colours that burn my eyes. It is difficult for Kelli to pass any clothing racks, if the place was burning down she would still want to check things out, at least until the fire trucks arrived.

On to the next one on the other side of town. This is such a regular place they should reserve a parking place for us. Not much luck there either, except for a clutch of candles that were particularly cheap today.

We both like candles, the living room is like a Buddhist temple, there are so many burning that it effects global warming.

We went to Lowes to but a detail sander, and bumped into Manchester Dave. He was the English guy I met several years ago when I needed some boards cut down. It was a bit of a shock this time as he was being pushed around in a wheelchair by his wife. He and Kelli had been friends on Facebook for a while but he dropped off the grid, and we didn’t know why.

We learned that last week he had surgery to remove a growth from his liver, and this was his first time out. He looked like he had been kicked around a field ten times, and was in a bit of pain. That answered a lot of questions for us, so we wished him a quick recovery, and went back home to start out work.