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juldeaBeing a modern female who just went through some emotional issues and then met with a sudden windfall, I did what was expected: bought new shoes. (Some of you might know that my last favorite pair of sandals are dying a pretty painful death right now, and I have been bemoaning my inability to find a good replacement. These are so far doing the trick.) I got the black. Also, omg, shoes.
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chaiya and hakamadare lured me to their house after dinner with promise of food and media and smoffing. Food was eaten (tasty!), media was watched (compelling!), and smoffing was smoffed (intimidating yet enticing! - but that is for another post). While walking home, I passed a pair of plastic storage carts sitting on the street. I stopped. I examined. I looked for people. I saw sign indicating people moving next week. I found a plastic bag with the note "REMOTE for the free TV/VCR that was here earlier," indicating things found on that curb were indeed possibly free stuff. So I dragged them home. Being both a scavengerenvironmentalist and a pack rat, it's hard to pass up a free item in which I can store other items.
Actually, I still had my hands full of my regular daily items, so I dragged one home and upstairs, turned on the AC (it's almost humid enough here to remind me of Oklahoma!), and went back down the street for the other. From a block away, I saw a guy examining it as I had earlier, looking around, and finally he kind of waved his arms and started walking away. So I called out, "Are you going to take it?" He turned around and said, "I'd like to, but" and whatever after that I didn't hear. I got closer, and said that there had been two, I had just finished carrying the other one home, and I was both happy to take this one or happy to let it go since there had been two. His response was, "Well, I live in Dorchester," which (ascolin_l just learned is a significant train ride away) indicated he wasn't willing to haul it there, followed by, "Would you like a hand?" Normally my mother's warnings all my life about ditches would hold me back from accepting, but zapf and I recently watched Serendipity and maybe fate can only take you so far, so I said yes. But then he realized he only had a few minutes to get to the train station to get back to Dorchester (or he worried about me causing him to end up in a ditch!) and hightailed it thatway instead, the opposite direction of my house. So I dragged the other home. Yarn storage, yo.
In 9 hours, I'm meeting withchiaya again, and we're going to a yard sale that just might have a cheap bike for me. If that trifecta occurs, I will be something kind of like happy, at least with my shop-fu.
chaiya and hakamadare lured me to their house after dinner with promise of food and media and smoffing. Food was eaten (tasty!), media was watched (compelling!), and smoffing was smoffed (intimidating yet enticing! - but that is for another post). While walking home, I passed a pair of plastic storage carts sitting on the street. I stopped. I examined. I looked for people. I saw sign indicating people moving next week. I found a plastic bag with the note "REMOTE for the free TV/VCR that was here earlier," indicating things found on that curb were indeed possibly free stuff. So I dragged them home. Being both a scavengerenvironmentalist and a pack rat, it's hard to pass up a free item in which I can store other items.Actually, I still had my hands full of my regular daily items, so I dragged one home and upstairs, turned on the AC (it's almost humid enough here to remind me of Oklahoma!), and went back down the street for the other. From a block away, I saw a guy examining it as I had earlier, looking around, and finally he kind of waved his arms and started walking away. So I called out, "Are you going to take it?" He turned around and said, "I'd like to, but" and whatever after that I didn't hear. I got closer, and said that there had been two, I had just finished carrying the other one home, and I was both happy to take this one or happy to let it go since there had been two. His response was, "Well, I live in Dorchester," which (as
colin_l just learned is a significant train ride away) indicated he wasn't willing to haul it there, followed by, "Would you like a hand?" Normally my mother's warnings all my life about ditches would hold me back from accepting, but zapf and I recently watched Serendipity and maybe fate can only take you so far, so I said yes. But then he realized he only had a few minutes to get to the train station to get back to Dorchester (or he worried about me causing him to end up in a ditch!) and hightailed it thatway instead, the opposite direction of my house. So I dragged the other home. Yarn storage, yo.In 9 hours, I'm meeting with
chiaya again, and we're going to a yard sale that just might have a cheap bike for me. If that trifecta occurs, I will be something kind of like happy, at least with my shop-fu.