Trash
…perhaps Sisyphus. The bookstore (unnamed) has a full-time gal whose job it is is to replace the magazines in the rack. Perhaps, it might be wrack? Or, perhaps rack – torture instrument? Her job (never-ending) is to replace outdated mags. Out with the old and in with the new. Weeklies and monthlies come in every week. There are tons! No sooner is one batch out, another comes in.
What is so shameful is that the old are discarded. Trash! There is no recycling. None! No deep discount sale – say 75%. None! Trash! It’s a crying waste. Schools, hospitals, businesses could use… but no! There’s an opportunity lost here. I’m all out of volunteering effort. But….
guilty! We hang out in the bookstore and read current mags. I don’t feel so bad any longer. Consider it, pawing through someone’s trash.
Book sale
We go/went to the library. They have/had a used book sale. I hand/handed off two books to Lee. She bought them. It was a joke – to me. She bought them. Do I surmise that she has issues? Or, was it me?
Changes
I hardly listen to the radio these days. I’m not driving to work. My news is obtained from the internet and cable news. I haven’t missed (radio) it. There’s plenty of new music to listen to. I haven’t read a book in a while. I read ebooks. I look up stuff on the internet and am learning woodworking on Youtube. The Happy Hollisters is a series I read (kid) and passed along to Jules. She loved them. They were a dollar a piece when I was a kid. They sell (used) for more than $5 these days. I’m still holding out for a lower price. The Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew are available all over everywhere you look. I’ve never hankered to read any of them again.
photobackstory 