Saturday thrift

I am the queen of black skirts. I have 4 long ones and 1 medium length. Now I have 4 medium length. I don’t know if I’m drawn to them or they find me but here are the 3 from today.

Wasn’t sure it would fit so I pulled it on over my jeans. In the aisle, had some struggle getting back out of it. 99 cents

Gathered at both sides, floaty and stretchy. 1.48

Silver zipper, will probably never use it. 80’s punk vibe I responded to in a big way. 2.98

My true nature comes out. Not a Buffalo fan but I buy hockey shirts and stuff unless it’s Chicago. They know why. Weird stains but I will just sleep in it if the stains don’t come out. 1.98

Also had an uncanny thrift experience, I went in looking for something specific and found it. This never happens, almost never happens.

I was looking for 2 plain white pillowcases and found them, 99 cents each. The thrift gods were good to me. Or it could be another thrift corallary: when an offering is made to the thrift gods a boon is granted. This morning after the royal wedding I dropped off several trash bags of old clothes and unmatched linens at Goodwill. It was good stuff, 100% cotton and some cotton/poly, no microfiber. Microfiber is the devil, it’s slimy feeling stuff and I find a lot of it in the thrifts. People realize how crappy it is after they buy it and ditch it. It’s almost as common as pilled fleece throws.

She surprised me too. Didn’t buy but sure she’ll find a good home.

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Friday thrift score

I went back to the thrift store where I found my thrift grail, the Wings bear. It wasn’t earth-shaking but I did okay. I found 3 things– a dress, pair of gloves and a lampshade. Unfortunately the lampshade didn’t fit but it was only .99, everything was 75% off. The dress is soaking in the sink and I ‘m going to listen to the Bolts-Caps game since I can’t watch it.

Photo doesn’t do the dress jusrice. It’s fitted, with a zipper closure and has pockets. The pockets sold me. 1.50

Thinsulate gloves for winter. I had a similar pair but lost one. 75 cents

Sunday garage sale scores

Although I love thrift stores I usually avoid garage sales like the plague. But today was the exception, I stopped at one in an older neighborhood of nice houses. I figured they might have a better class of crap. I was not disappointed.

These are from 1949. 75 cents each. They had more and now I’m sorry I only bought four.

We are bears, my son’s nickname is Bear. Gentleman holding the sale said his office was Bear-themed but his wife made him change it.

I don’t need serving platters but for 50 cents each, I think I might.

Another set of full size sheets for me. So I can put off laundry a little longer.

This dude is heavier than he looks. I liked his eyes. Also a bear

I just like this house.

OKC Memorial half marathon 2018

I started training for this after last year’s Memorial race. I did the 5K and was determined to do the half again, knew I could and frankly I wanted the sticker for my car. The 13.1 sticker from 2012 was coming apart. I admitted I wanted that sweet finisher’s shirt too, to wear and strut around in. Stuff and stubbornness, probably not the best reasons but honest ones.

Seriously, there is something almost sacred about the Memorial race, it’s a reminder of a terrible event, when 168 people including 19 babies were murdered by a guy who didn’t like the way the FBI handled Waco, and felt hatred for anything or anyone affiliated with the federal government. Including babies in the employee nursery, he referred to them as collateral damage. Yet after this, the worst act of domestic terrorism at the time, people opened their hearts to the victims and those hurting. McVeigh was caught outside of Stillwater not by a federal agent but a state trooper. I can verify how easy it is to get pulled over for speeding on that stretch of Highway 151, been there and done that. But this was different. McVeigh, nasty little bastard, was eventually executed and conspiracy theories still linger. We don’t dwell on him, but on those who were murdered. They were the important ones. Something that often gets forgotten. By printing their names on banners and hanging them on the city streets during the marathon we honor their memory.

So I picked up my packet Friday. I went on the pre-race run yesterday, 3 miles downtown. The route included a stop at the museum and along the finish line. It was good. Then last night I watched Las Vegas and San Jose fight it out on Vegas’s ice, even watched overtime but gave up when they were still tied. Frankly neither is my team, it was 11pm and by that time I didn’t care.

There were lots of pictures I wished I took. Like the lady with two canes who chatted with me before passing me, the nun in a white habit walking with the firefighters, more signs and under the finish line sign.

I took Tiny Bear with me. He’s been to Mexico, Peru, China, Vietnam, and Seattle but never to the Memorial half marathon . Until now.

Ironically I got a big cramp when I tried running across the finish so I just walked across it. The last mile was the toughest, my shins began to hurt, my feet hurt and I had to stop to poop. I took my time, the goal was to finish. I took pictures, went to the port-a-potties twice and high-fived every little kid and person in an animal suit along the way. I was slow, and the inclines nearly did me in. I didn’t train on hills or different elevations and I felt it. There were 3 major hills–the dreaded Walnut Street Bridge (AKA Holy Crap Hill); Gorilla Hill and Shartel and a sneaky incline the last mile.

The volunteers are amazing. If you ever need the validation of strangers telling you that you are awesome, that you got this and handing out food and water for free this is it.

Thrift store grail

Every thrifter has that one great score, something they brag about, take pictures of, tell absolute strangers about, and tell the story for years. An epic.

I had the most epic, best thrift run ever yesterday. It renews your faith in all that is good in the world. It makes those thrift expeditions that yielded nothing and all those stores full of useless crap worth it.

The parking lot was full, a good sign. I was feeling lousy, having just paid for my car tag and being broke but not too broke to hit the thrift store. I saw a sign stating everything was 75% off and went looking for plastic hangers since they usually sell a dozen bundled for 99 cents. I didn’t find any hangers.

Right now he’s hanging out with Doraemon. 9 inches tall

Yoga mat bag. I’ve been wanting one awhile.

Panda sleep pants and socks. The tag said small but these are a ginormous small.

Zipped satin pillow covers. I don’t like my pillows to be naked under their cases. Feels good too

This is an epic score. Kliban cat pillowcase from the 80’s.

The Holy Grail. I didn’t know this existed but I think I squealed when I pulled him out and saw the winged wheel on his uniform. Probably scared Domo.

The total. I asked if they were going out of business but the cashier said no, they do it every 2 weeks. I’ll be back.

There were a couple other things, another pillow cover and bag of votive candles. I hit the thrift across the street and bought some pillow shams and a pair of gray gloves but this was the major stuff. Things I needed, wanted and it was 75% off.

Not Sure

I am not sure about some things– whether or not I should wear pink, if microwaving counts as cooking and where I’m going to be this time next year.

The house where I live has overdue taxes I can’t pay. It will go to the county and be auctioned off. There is no clear owner, none of my family wants the place since they all have homes and the house needs a lot of work. Unless I win the lottery that’s about it.

I’m not sure how I feel about it either. A variety of emotions are floating around inside, colliding with each other. Right now I’m a little numb, and dreading the packing.

It’s not the first time I’ve had to do this. After Jerry passed away I had to leave the old apartment. I couldn’t afford the rent and I didn’t want to be there even if I could. That’s how I ended up here. Even then I knew it was temporary but that was 3 years ago. Because of that I still haven’t unpacked all my stuff. Good thing apparently.

I told Cho and she listened. She seems okay with it, as long as she has treats and I keep her box scooped out the rest is unimportant. The occasional belly rub too.

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I have considered trying to stay but I can’t afford the repairs and taxes, I’m not eligible for loans, which I really don’t want to take out. I admit I’m not that emotionally attached to it, which surprised me. If it goes I know I’ll survive, I have before. It may suck rocks but it’s not the worst thing that ever happened to me. Being a widow and being old gives you that assurance.

One thing I will miss will be these guys.