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just take them

 

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Re: [freecycledc] OFFER: Drywall buckets with handles — Petworth

Taker: Great. Trying to work out when I could stop by. Where are you located?

Me: [My address]. How many do you want?

Taker: 5 and i could grab them tomorrow during the day if that works for you.

Me: That’s perfect.  I’ll put 6 or 7 on the porch in case you want more, or just take the ones you want.  I’m just curious what you will use them for.

Taker: I’m renovating my house and always have a need for these. Great storage, etc.

Me: Does your partner know you’re doing this?  My husband does renovation too, and I’m the one putting them on Freecycle.

Taker: Ha, yes, she barely tolerates it. Seems like you’re well on your way with all that joint compound.

 

 

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sharing your cake and eating it too

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I am married to a person who has decided (on his own, but after ten years of subtle, loving nagging) that he might lose a little of that extra girth around the equator by limiting himself to just one slice of cake per sitting.  Although, because of an extremely generous nature probably picked up from his mother, he feels it is only right that he offer a serving to his invisible friend, who stops by frequently.

a happy holiday

I find myself within this family that I have joined and the stuff that comes with it:  tsk-tsking about a family member who, alas, has become Christian, and what would the atheist parents say about that!; the family matriarch,  a retired Ivy-educated professional woman, whose every waking hour is dutifully prepping or cooking the next meal for her adult partner and other family members; my in-laws who after 30 years of marriage – the second for each of them – openly show affection; a “walk” in the woods that includes shears and shippers to make the trail as they go.

What the hell am I doing here?

Aside

Two of 2501 Migrantes, Alejandro Santiago Dear Friends, These last few days have been good.  I have met people at the lending library previously, but I seem to be more open to getting to know them now.  Does it really … Continue reading

Travel companion

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Above: William, strugging for the right proportion of mezcal to Fresca.

Just came back from another overnight, this time to a town in the guidebook section on “Mixteca Alta.”  We had unexpected happiness in Teposcolula.  Sweet little town, though hard to find coffee.

We found out that William will blow a blood vessel in his brain if he goes to any more “mercados,” but later said, “It’s hard for me to admit, but I really do need you in my life.”  There.  The beginning and the end. I’ve spared you the middle 24 hours.

collateral complications to the federal shutdown

There must be a special category of ill effects of the federal shutdown — couples in which one partner is furloughed and the other can/needs to keep working.  That messes with the daily household dynamic, right?

How’s that working for you?

The naked carpenter

You’ll thank me for omitting a photo.  When a carpenter sees something to fix, he goes for it, even if he has just stripped and showered for bed.  The man is squatting over a bad telephone line with some sewing machine oil and a little brush, with bare butt.