Friday I work as a sorter replacing Norma who died this year from a very fast moving cancer. I can sort. If it’s a shirt, check the neck first. Pants, check the crotch first. Yes, it’s an “Eeweeee,” kind of job. I’ve actually been caught saying that. If either are dirty, Father Joe’s St. Vincent de Paul Family Villages will take them and guarantee to sell them.
I mourned while I worked yesterday. At first it was only one box. Tired shoes. Dirty shoes. The very good dress belts showed little wear. Next were the denims. At first there were only a few pair, then in another box there were twenty. Most were high fashion of a year or so ago….low rise and wear lines. My style maven, the guy that prices the good stuff, told me they all were out of style and wouldn’t sell.
The leather coats would. Three longer black coats and a light tan, Harley Davidson leather coat. The black coats showed signs that they had been worn little and were still very flexible. The HD coat with its carefully printed name on the front had that dried out leather feel. The not worn much for years but too cherished to get rid of feel.
Then more stuff appeared. Big boxes of coats. Bigger bags of shirts. Surfing stuff. Acres of surfing things like Billabong T’s. No underwear, no socks, but four ties to go with the twenty pair of denims and the acre of good dress shirts.
Sometimes while you sort, you just say thank you. Every donation is a gift that helps our organization learn more about cancer while helping those living with this awful disease. Yesterday I said thank you a lot.
- Himself: Had a slow day.