September 29, 2013
Ravaging my favorite thrift stores. Found a fleece Navajo
blanket and lime green dish for the cat, fuzzy socks for my chilly feet, a
substitute for a rain slick, since the faux suede coat was the cutest thing in
the $1.49 per pound bin. NO luck on finding a pair of slippers. It just means I
have to scavenge Fancy Feathers when I get to Port Townsend this week. Darn.
The air is heavy with moisture and everything feels wet,
even my jewelry is damp. I failed to bring rain gear but everyone has a special
closet for that. It is big enough to lie down in and doubles as a guest room. A
night light shines 24 hours a day, a plate of cookies and glass of milk sit
next to the door on a bench to comfort you as you peruse the available
galoshes, slickers, elastic waistband pants, brimmed hats with a chin band,
lined jackets and such. There are 100 words for raincoat in the state of
Washington.
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