Once in awhile I get a phone call with a real, live person on the other end. Yep. Really, I do. This time it was my high school biology teacher who just happens to live here now too. She inquired if I wanted some hand me downs from her son. My hand shot up! Ooo! Pick me! Pick me! And to make it extra nice, she dropped them by. There was quite a bit there- apparently there had been a purging, or two, or three before she remembered where she had off loaded gifted the last batch. How could she forget a scrounge like me?
Some of the clothes are wearable right now, some will be ready to go this winter and some will be left in the “Futures” box for quite a while. They range in size from 10s to 18s. There are some nice jeans (without holes! Gasp! Apparently, there comes an age where the knees don’t get as much abuse), dress pants, dress shorts, shirts, sweatshirts and jackets. It is such a Blessing to know we have those things waiting for us in the shop loft.
I mentioned this bounty to my friend the other day. She said that if anyone had offered her size 16 clothes for her boys (who are around the same age as The Boy) she would have refused. She said it would take too long before they could wear them- her boys run on the small side. But as she looked at my 4′ 8″ almost 8 year old she decided I had made a good move.
Yep, some weeds just grow faster than others.
Have you ever had one of those phone calls where you pick up the phone, you hear a voice and all sorts of questions start running through your head? Like:
Who is this?
Oh, it’s a recording.
What?
And they just keep talking and after a bit your brain catches up and then becomes disgruntled.
I had such a call the other day. Before I really realized what was going on the man had gone on quite a bit. I caught that he was a person, apparently of importance, in the Political Party with which I am registered- which is not the same thing as being the Political Party I am Totally Thrilled With but will hereafter be known as “my” Political Party for convenience sake. I didn’t recognize his name but that is neither here nor there. He informed me that he was throwing his support behind a Candidate for President from The Other Political Party. He suggested that if I also was going to do that then please press one. I idly wondered if I would be given any other choices as he prattled on about why this Candidate was the best choice for all of us and if I planed to support the Candidate then please press one. I was getting the picture and eagerly waited for other choices.
None were given. But he helpfully informed me that I had only a few more days to change my party affiliation if I wanted to vote for The Most Wonderful Candidate in our primary elections. Gee, thanks!
Then, just in case I missed it, I was again reminded that if I was going to support this Candidate then please press one. I wondered what would happen if I did press one- probably hit me up for money.
I just wish I had other options. Like one of these:
If you would never in a million years vote for this Candidate then press 7.
If you will only vote for this Candidate when a certain place freezes, press 9.
Now those were numbers I would have been pressing.
