Thrift shop attic

Date: 2/23/2024

My husband was walking past the bottom of the stairs and I was at the top. His leg gave out on him and he fell. He stood up but kept falling down. I wasn’t able to come to his aid right away because I had something in my arms (a baby maybe?). But, then I decided he needed a crutch to help him walk and we had one in the attic. When I went to the attic to get it, it turned out it was a huge thrift store with rooms and rooms and garages of old equipment. It was mostly our stuff, which we were storing with the idea that if someone else wanted to use it, they could buy it cheap and then return it when they were done for their money back. Kind of like a huge equipment exchange or share. So nobody had to junk up their own place with all the equipment or spend huge bucks to buy stuff to use a few times or once a year. My son came with and we saw that they had created rules about how not to behave based on things my son had done in the past. (Like don’t do what he did.). And I was embarrassed but also thought it was funny. Everyone at the checkout counter knew each other and was talking and telling stories. And then my son gave me a huge hug and I was thrilled because it was the first hug in years (now that he’s a teenager). He was very loving and I kept kissing his cheek.