21st July 2020
We ventured out to visit Goodwill, that mythical place we used to go when we needed old furniture to work on.
First on the list was the one on the south side. Kelli had things to donate, so we did that first, then pulled into the car park next to car adorned with Trump stickers.
That feeling of nausea came over me, why would someone honestly admit that?
It was a nice car, clean and white, suddenly de-valued to nothing more than a rubbish bin.
We tried to identify the owner from the people in the store.
I thought a clue would be someone with their mask on upside down, or over their eyes, but I could not see anyone fitting that description.
The place hadn’t changed much other than counters moved to help protect the workers.
There was still the same only tat, no furniture to bother with.
Next stop was the Goodwill on the north side. Usually a better class of tat, and more of it.
But disappointing there was little to get excited about, apart from a entertainment centre that we grabbed.
At the checkout Kelli was pleased that it was pensioners day, so she got twenty percent discount. I was a little offended because no-one had asked me, they just assumed I was over sixty, which was a bit demoralising as I had trimmed my ears and had a shave.
The last stop of the day was to pick up two large plastic drums that we wanted to use to collect rainwater. The address was along a dirt road out in the wilds of Zeeland. This is corn growing and turkey farming country, the latter upsets Kelli every time. We saw their little heads looking out over the stalls of the massive metal sheds, viewing the fields they will never be free to roam in.
Along the side of the road grew cornflowers and weeds. Kelli wanted to pull up a few to re-plant in our wild area of lawn.
We stopped the truck and I got out to try to get them out of the ground.
I am so used to pulling weeds out of our garden that are so easy because of the sandy soil, but these were not going to give up easily.
I pulled until my knuckles were white, eventually they came away.
This was the first time I have ever saved weeds to re-plant, this is a crazy mixed up time.
Today was Phoebe’s birthday, she was four so Kelli made her a dog birthday cake.
We didn’t have any candles so we improvised with a match. The cake was devoured in seconds, there was no finesse, just bolted down if their lives depended on it.
Another Lifetime to go 