Super Thrift Store Day

Yesterday was National Thrift Store Day. Salvation Army even sent me an email about it, no sales just a heads up. I did observe it, at the half price thrift. Bear came along and even bought my stuff. He got his first paycheck so it was celebrating all around.

Vera zip ID case and flip flops. I like Vera flip flops but couldn’t bring myself to pay a lot for them. But here, sure. Like that googly eye print. Case .99 flip flops 3.49

This blew my mind. I think this store might be enchanted, I found the Wings bear here and now this.

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Pendleton blankets are a big deal in the Indian world. They are usually given as gifts, as a show of respect and sometimes to show off a little. They are nice wool blankets, warm and durable. Finding one, with tags, in the thrift store stunned me. My first instinct was to give it to my new nephew but knowing the significance of these blankets made me wonder how it ended up there. Hard to imagine someone just tossing it without good reason. But I wasn’t going to let it stay there either. It’s still an epic score, along the lines of the Wings bear. I also got some potholders but they weren’t dramatic enough for pictures.

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4th of July thrift trip

Salvation Army had a 50% off clothes sale today and I had to go. I took my son, he didn’t really want to go but he found a couple of books and a suit jacket for job interviews. We were there early but on a time limit of 30 minutes. I could have probably found more but this is my low key haul. Shoes for work, workout clothes and long sleeved shirt.

I know it’s ironic being an Indian wearing an Eskimo Joe’s shirt. I don’t know any Inuit people and don’t know what they would make of it. It is cartoony and not pretending to say “I’m honoring your culture.” Joe’s is a bar and restaurant with great cheese fries and a store selling Joe’s merchandise in Stillwater. It’s the home of OSU, my alma mater. I admit I have some mixed feelings about it but sentiment won out. Incidentally Eskimo Joe’s is only one of a chain of ethnic restaurants. There is Mexico Joe’s and Joeseppi’s (Italian).

Today’s total was 7.56.

Saturday

I did the long walk again today. It was better than last week, probably because of the weather, cold and windy.

It was also the day of the Pad Test. I wore a sanitary pad because I have an old and fussy bladder. I try to empty it but there are secret pockets somewhere in my bladder that appear and act up at the most inconvenient places. This is probably more than anyone needs (or wants) to know but it’s a fact of getting older and pain in the butt. I can find a spot along the trail where I can do my business but today that didn’t happen. There were more runners than usual out today, ironically the running club was on the same path as me. I couldn’t pull over because I’d be exposed and nobody wants that. So I tested the stamina of the pad. It held up but alas it had its limits and I found them. Found and exceeded them. It was not pleasant.

I also learned the value of black or dark colored pants, they camouflage a lot of shame. Polyester and lycra are your friends, they dry faster. Not necessarily the lessons I wanted to learn but sometimes knowledge is not pretty.

The walk was good. I took a few pictures. After I went home, showered and felt presentable I had a wonderful plate of bliss, wild onions, then went to Sally Ann. Everything was half price for St Patrick’s day.

By this time I got my phone out they’were flying

Wild onions

Sheet set

Resting. My feet are sore.

Receipt. Two bucks, half off

Book Sale

The library booksale is the last weekend in February. I’ve gone nearly every year for the past 20 years. Jerry called it my Superbowl.

In the past I’ve gone a little nuts, filling several bags and suitcases with stuff. This year was a little different. I still bought but only those things I felt I wouldn’t find again, or not easily find. Those that I really, really wanted, needed. I picked up a lot but put most of it back. I tried to imagine where I’d put it and that’s why I left the 2 volume set of the shorter Oxford dictionary,priced at six bucks, behind. I’m sure it will find a good home.

I even bought a few things for Bear. My son is a discerning reader and it relieves me that he likes to read. My family valued education, at least they told me they did but I never saw anyone read for pleasure. My mom took me to the library but never showed interest in books. When, if they read it was magazines or the newspaper. They didn’t discourage my reading habit but didn’t really encourage it much. Going to bookstores wasn’t something we did. I was odd and shy, bookish and they weren’t sure why, what was wrong with me. Why I’d rather read than go play. My mom said once at one of my birthday parties the other kids were playing and I was in a corner reading a book. She felt this wasn’t right. But even now I’d rather be reading than interacting with people, most of the time.

Booksale is my happy place. I am glad to be surrounded by so many fellow readers, fellow misfits. But it isn’t all bliss. Some people have bad hygiene, BO. Occasionally someone passes gas. Hopefully it’s a toddler but usually an adult. Talking to oneself, singing, behaviors that keep people at a distance don’t work here. There are too many people crowded in a room, around tables searching. Most are polite and apologize for bumping you or trying to get past. It’s not for the easily discouraged, but it’s worth powering through. When you find that book, record or whatever thrills you, it is worth it.

Lunar New Year

Or Tet, year of the dog. Not a major holiday here, but a few people turned out and we were very lucky and cold.

Creepy looking playhouse in the gardens

She was almost finished when I got there

Watched her flip her husband twice

We could hear the drums before they entered

Mongolian fan dancers. Most people left after the lion dance and missed this

I left after their performance, missed the rest.

The advantages of being alone

This was tonight’s dinner

With Valentines Day coming up there are ads, pictures, and stories about how glorious it is to be part of a couple. There are also the rebuttals, defending the right to be single and the glories of singleness. This isn’t exactly rebuttal, if you are with someone, good for you. I was married myself for years so being alone and single is something I’m still getting used to after 3 years.

Being single in your 20’s and 30’s is different from being single when you are 50. Most examples of older women are sad: about a lonely widow, a sad childless single woman, women struggling on limited incomes and the stereotypical cat lady. There is the rare happy older woman, usually eccentric but still pitied and looked at with condescension.

So as an old broad who is alone, single, without a partner I’ve made a list of the good things about my status.

1. Less laundry. I do my laundry once a week, one load. No last minute surprises, no extra work. Sorting and folding take a few minutes.

2. Toilet paper lasts longer. Also the bathroom, especially the floor, stays cleaner longer. This should probably be #1.

3. I can change plans without having to check with someone else, or worry that he will be inconvenienced or it will cause any conflicts.

4. I don’t have to go to events I don’t want to attend either, to appease a partner.

5. I can have the TV on late at night and read in bed late if I want to, without guilt. Also I can turn off the TV and have quiet if I want.

6. Freedom to watch what TV shows I want and if I get netflix again, to binge watch if I want when I want.

7. I can buy groceries early in the morning, run errands on my own schedule. Don’t have to wait on another person.

8. Since it’s just me I don’t have to cook every day or make complete meals. Tonight I had a bowl of cereal for dinner. All I have to clean up is a bowl and spoon. Brilliant.

9. I do live with a cat, do not need to worry about another person’s possible allergies, dislike of cats, whether their pet gets along with mine or other problems.

10. No drama. I don’t worry if my partner is faithful, about his ex-wife, ex-girlfriend, gambling debts, drug addiction or anything unexpected. My husband was a no drama guy, so I was very fortunate but know some women aren’t.

11. I can keep the thermostat on 70 degrees if I want. No complaints that it’s too hot.

12. I can spend money without consulting another person. As long as the bills are paid, there is food in the fridge and gas in the car I can buy a concert ticket, pair of shoes or go on a thrift store shopping spree with no worry and a clear conscience.

MLK day massĀ 

There was a Mass for Martin Luther King day last night at a church I’ve never been to before. Small crowd, bummer since I figured more people would have wanted to come. Maybe it was the cold. 

It was a little different from my church,  the responses were sung,  the music was more gospel and they used a piano instead of organ. They all joined hands during the Our Father (Lord’s Prayer) which sort of freaked me out at first, not used to seeing that or being comfortable touching people, especially ones I don’t know. But the order of Mass was the same so I knew when to kneel, that was good.

I took a few pictures, not many because well, I’m in church and didn’t want to look like a tourist.