Ok, here’s a question. Should I be completely embarrassed by the fact that it took me this long in life to catch on to the sensibility, (an understatement), of shopping for clothes at the Goodwill and other thrift stores? Feel free to comment ungently. 🙂 I don’t think that’s a word, but who cares.

This “discovery”, hello inappropriate use of the word, has been precipitated by the theft of my clothes tote and the need to get a new phone. There was a Goodwill Store across the parking lot from the AT&T Store that I went to in Merced, CA. By this time there was an angry tally in my head of the replacement cost of the stuff in the tote. And I was loath to spend money on the stuff I needed for the remainder of the trip, let alone the stuff I wanted to have. With the exception of two pair of sweatpants and a pair of shorts, virtually every pair of pants I had with me, as well as the non T shirt shirts, were in that tote. Even I, the sweatpants king, draw the line at celebrating Easter without some big boy pants and a decent shirt on. Have I wandered off the point here? I don’t know.

So it started with that Goodwill Store, and since that time I have sought out the thrift stores in the towns I’ve been in. At a painless cost, I’ve found a couple of pairs of pants, two shirts, and a pair of camouflage cargo shorts. (Hell yeah, they’re camouflage) It’s my first item of camouflage clothing. Well, there was that time in Viet Nam. The boys in Alabama would be so proud. I think I might be hooked. No, not on camouflage.

As I’m staring at the end of this post, a sudden fear has come over me that this all sounds just so stupid. 🙂

But I’m going to post it anyway.

A Blessed Easter to all.