I’ve now been in my rural home for almost 3 weeks now. Since this is a smaller town, with smaller surrounding towns than South Florida, the dumpster diving is not as plentiful, but it is different.
We stopped behind a store on Saturday and found 3 new pair of khaki pants, 1 pair of jeans, 2 bottles of fabric softener, some candy, 2 packages of socks, some chips, feminine hygiene products, a mop, magazines (still the current month) and a few other miscellaneous items.
There is a restaurant locally that serves great Japanese food, it’s entirely a buffet. The other night we were having dinner and the waitress told me she worked 10 hours a day. I thought OMG her feet must be throbbing at the end of the day. So right before we left, I told her to rub her feet onto a tennis ball to soothe out the knots in her feet. She said that’s a good idea, I will try that.
I then said, you should have your hubby massage your feet when you get home. She then told me he died a month ago. I wanted to cry. I hugged her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. They’re both very young, so this was a sudden thing.
So today I gathered a group of the new magazines, some new unopened cosmetics, nail polish and some other girly stuff that she would like. When I brought in today I said this won’t bring your hubby back, but it can poke a hole in the gray cloud over your head. As a woman who lost her first husband through a sudden car accident, I feel your pain. She had tears in her eyes.
That is one reward I get from dumpster diving. Giving nice things to those who need a step up, a helping hand or a kind word or deed.
Some pics of yesterday’s finds.