WeirdyMcGee
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Why?
Because.
My therapist and I have decided that I must go outside once daily.
My mother is constantly complaining that she feels fat, so I suggested we go for walks in the evenings.
So, last night mom and I went for a walk at 10.
10pm. Not really evenings-- but whatever.
We walked across town and came around in a circle to walk back.
It was recycling day (today) the next morning, so some people on the street we were walking on had their bins out. One house had 2 deck chairs stacked together, waiting for the recycling...
Mom laughed and said; 'oh, looks like someone bought some new chairs and doesn't need those ones anymore'
and I said; "You need 2 chairs, don't you? You've been complaining for a year that you don't have any good ones."
Then, I walked across the street in the dark to take a look at the chairs and mom followed me curiously; asking, 'are they broken?'
They were perfect. A bit of mildew, since someone probably left them outside for the winter- but hard resin chairs- very sturdy- could wash them up and paint them and you'd never know they were taken from the curb.
haha
So, we unstacked them and each carried one over our head----- for the 14 blocks journey back home.
Each time a car drove by; which was rarely, I'd set the chair down on the sidewalk and pretend I was just lounging in my chair... watching the street... infront of a stranger's yard... in the dark. Totally normal.
Awesome. Free chairs.
Mom has had a fear of taking things 'from the garbage' since her mother/my grandmother kinda flew the coocoo's nest and spends her spare time climbing through ditches and digging through trash bins to find things she can sell for 5cents each.
I'm used to having 'hand me downs' and from time to time, taking things that have 'free' written all over them.
Don't see what's wrong with that.
The walk home was fun though.
With chair hats.
Mom was laughing most of the way, saying how she felt like a hobo-- but I reminded her that we're pretty close, anyways.
Government housing is where people go so they aren't homeless.
I may have a bit of hobo mentality, though... as I sit here and eat my half can of cold beans.
Mayhaps I'll have another adventure today?
Mayhaps not.
If you have one, let me know!
Because.
My therapist and I have decided that I must go outside once daily.
My mother is constantly complaining that she feels fat, so I suggested we go for walks in the evenings.
So, last night mom and I went for a walk at 10.
10pm. Not really evenings-- but whatever.
We walked across town and came around in a circle to walk back.
It was recycling day (today) the next morning, so some people on the street we were walking on had their bins out. One house had 2 deck chairs stacked together, waiting for the recycling...
Mom laughed and said; 'oh, looks like someone bought some new chairs and doesn't need those ones anymore'
and I said; "You need 2 chairs, don't you? You've been complaining for a year that you don't have any good ones."
Then, I walked across the street in the dark to take a look at the chairs and mom followed me curiously; asking, 'are they broken?'
They were perfect. A bit of mildew, since someone probably left them outside for the winter- but hard resin chairs- very sturdy- could wash them up and paint them and you'd never know they were taken from the curb.
haha
So, we unstacked them and each carried one over our head----- for the 14 blocks journey back home.
Each time a car drove by; which was rarely, I'd set the chair down on the sidewalk and pretend I was just lounging in my chair... watching the street... infront of a stranger's yard... in the dark. Totally normal.
Awesome. Free chairs.
Mom has had a fear of taking things 'from the garbage' since her mother/my grandmother kinda flew the coocoo's nest and spends her spare time climbing through ditches and digging through trash bins to find things she can sell for 5cents each.
I'm used to having 'hand me downs' and from time to time, taking things that have 'free' written all over them.
Don't see what's wrong with that.
The walk home was fun though.
With chair hats.
Mom was laughing most of the way, saying how she felt like a hobo-- but I reminded her that we're pretty close, anyways.
Government housing is where people go so they aren't homeless.
I may have a bit of hobo mentality, though... as I sit here and eat my half can of cold beans.
Mayhaps I'll have another adventure today?
Mayhaps not.
If you have one, let me know!