Friday Thrifting

As I promised my mom, I would take her to a couple of thrift stores today and I did.  And she got a stand and a clock.  She also got a fancy shirt from Goodwill.  We went to Habitat for Humanity store over on Highway 100.  I guess they mostly had furniture and she found a stand for Precious to lounge on.  Glad she's thinking of the cat but the price was right and I got a shopping cart.  She said you don't look enthused.  I'm never enthused about taking furniture up our winding stairs and I'm a big wimp.  I managed to get my fingers crushed while I tried to take the stand out of the cart.

It was all about mom kind of day.  I took her for blood work and she asked me sheepishly about the thrift stores. I said it's fine with me.  I just look at my phone and play video games.  I'm a 12 year old AARP member.  Not really on the AARP part.  It doesn't bother me. I don't have a problem with thrift stores.  I'm not that shopper that wants to spend hours and hours digging for a bargain.  My mom isn't either.  She's quick like me when it comes to shopping.  She took a little more time at Goodwill mostly because I was at Target part of the time picking up items and using my Shopkick app.

My sister and brother in-law get great things from thrifting.  Shopping online is just easier for me.  I hate going into stores.  Don't like malls anymore. I don't mind Bayshore because it's an outdoor mall that people hate.  It's an outdoor mall that's not too peopley so I love it.  I just changed my ways when it came to that.  I don't find it fun.  I find it painful.  I'm ok with getting out of the house today and getting some fresh air.  Even if it was a little humid.

I did try to go for a walk tonight and only made it to the grocery store.  I could see the sign that Charlie was present when  I came back because he had the lights out from the yard on the sidewalk and I could see him pushing the lawn mower out front.  Just like clockwork.  Wow.  What a difference a summer makes.  It was a matter of when someone would report the monster when the lawn would get mowed.

I hate that I've been feeling angry and upset this week.  I've never been that person that gets what they want.  If I've gotten something, it's because I've earned it and sweat a few tears earning it. I'm feeling tired and in need of a hug.

It's something simple but seems way too complicated for me to get one.  Sigh.  It's been a week. 

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