22nd December 2018
Drove over to the north side of town to pick up an old desk to convert into another pair of side tables. Fresh from our success at selling the last pair we thought we should concentrate on these as fast movers.
There had been a sprinkling of snow overnight, so the temperature had dropped, not the amount I was looking forward too, but enough for me to realise it was bloody cold in the garage.
The desk was quite old and heavy, and just fitted in the truck.
By the time we got home, I didn’t feel strong enough to extricate it from the vehicle myself, so I stripped it down whilst it was still in the back.
The pedestals were in good condition with a little veneer damage on the bottom edge of each piece.
There is a small backlog building up now that I’m desperate to tackle. There are things that have been brought back from Hudsonville that need storing for another time.
Stores always make an effort to dress their space for the season, which then emphasise the emptiness of January.
It has been different to experience a Christmas without the music of Slade, Wizard and Paul “bloody” McCartney, although Band Aid crept in.
The build up to Christmas here has been one that my parents would have liked. People like Bing Crosby, Nat King Cole and Brenda Lee blast out of the hidden speakers turning the scene black and white.
Kelli dragged me into a place that I would never enter without being drugged or in a heavy disguise. The Dollar store is the last refuge I would use even during the apocalypse. I can’t believe I have even written it down. The only time I visited a Poundland store was to buy a small screwdriver that lasted fitting one screw. So it is not my favourite destination.
I wandered around like a lost soul while Kelli picked up some wrapping paper and a few bits of tat. My only enlightenment was to find a packet of my favourite mints, the ones that dissolve in the mouth. These are my weakness, so maybe the Dollar store is not so bad after all.
Another Lifetime to go 