Can't Give It Away
In spite of the fact that I'd committed to myself nothing other than rest for this weekend, I woke up yesterday morning particularly motivated, and decided it would be a fine day to take my old clothes for donation to the Goodwill truck.
To make a long story short, let's just say two trucks later, I still hadn't found one which wasn't full already.
You'd think if people were giving you stuff you could use, you'd find a way to take it, right?
Anyway, no worries — I left the bags in my car and tried again this morning. It appears that Dallasites are far less generous on Sunday mornings than Saturday mornings. Go figure. Loaves and fishes and all, right? Makes no sense to me.
Yesterday wasn't a total waste, though. I got much Harry Potter reading done, restocked my instant Indian food (jeez, I still can't get over how bad that sounds, but what else do you call it?), gnocchi, and pasta sauce at World Market. We'll not dwell on the fact that I had to make two trips because the first time I forgot half of what I was there to buy (got too excited in the wine department, it turns out — it happens).
To make a long story short, let's just say two trucks later, I still hadn't found one which wasn't full already.
You'd think if people were giving you stuff you could use, you'd find a way to take it, right?
Anyway, no worries — I left the bags in my car and tried again this morning. It appears that Dallasites are far less generous on Sunday mornings than Saturday mornings. Go figure. Loaves and fishes and all, right? Makes no sense to me.
Yesterday wasn't a total waste, though. I got much Harry Potter reading done, restocked my instant Indian food (jeez, I still can't get over how bad that sounds, but what else do you call it?), gnocchi, and pasta sauce at World Market. We'll not dwell on the fact that I had to make two trips because the first time I forgot half of what I was there to buy (got too excited in the wine department, it turns out — it happens).