So I’ve been packing, which takes forever. By Friday I realized that I needed boxes but was dreading having to cruise the trash areas of local grocery stores and whatnot. Luckily Nick overheard a woman asking the check-out guy for boxes at Goodwill, where we’d been eyeballing furniture. It became a competition the moment we all bolted for the door.
“Autumn! Keys!” Nick yelled, remembering that my key chain has a razor blade on it. He started slicing through tape and I folded the boxes down while our competition was still standing at their trunk, trying to fit unfolded boxes in. A woman made a call on her cell phone but by the time a larger truck pulled in, we were parting with the lion’s share in my arms.
Nick picked up a stray paper on the way back to the car – artwork of Mother Mary. I tucked it inside the windshield and watched as people in the parking lot gave us defeated looks. Elated that there would be no more searching, we high-fived, determined to hit a few yard sales on our way to the county fairgrounds.
Amazingly enough, I got a large, wooden dresser and mirror for twenty bucks – at a church sale. I was worried that they wouldn’t hold it long enough for me to go home and hook up the trailer, but everything went smoothly. The piece is solid and very beautiful; I decided to keep the picture on my dashboard through the remainder of last weekend. You know, for coincidence’s sake.
Back to work…