SALVATION WHAT?

It's been a long time since I've posted and since the last time I posted was Labor Day and today is Columbus Day. I figured why not. I have the day off from work and this weekend has been a kind of catch-up weeken of things to be done.

A lot of has happened since my last blog with the biggest thing being the marriage of my stepdaughter to Chris. This happened on Sept 16 and I must say it was a gorgeous day. We were a bit worried though as this was an outdoor/garden wedding and it rained buckets three days before right up to the night of the rehearsal dinner. Needles to say we were all quite nervous about the weather. As I said it was a gorgeous day and the wedding came off without a hitch and the newly married couple are now back from the honeymoon and back to work.

We recently purchased a new double recliner to replace our hardly used sofa sleeper. The sofa sleeper is in pretty good condition (we thought) so instead of trying to sell it through the want ads we decided to donate it to the Salvation Army. We are just that kind of people. Anyhow the Salvation Army truck came to pick it up and wouldn't take it. Said it has wear (duh) and that it had cat fur on it. Now I'm not a rocket scientist yet but I thought the Salvation Army was for collecting items/money to give to the poor. This couch showed wear on one corner of the cording and there was a little car fur by and area I happened to miss as I had brushed the entire (except that spot) couch down.

Evidently I have no idea what the Salvation Army is anymore or even what the poor and needy are like anymore. I remember especially in my younger years when I didn't have two nickels to rub together I would have been overjoyed with a sleeper sofa like this. Believe me, we had furniture is much worse shape than this then and we were happy with it. Go figure.

So Salvation Army, when you have your Santa Clause Kettle Ringers out in a few weeks. I will now walk by without guilt of donating to your cause and you had your chance. My not accepting my generous gift you also told me you don't want my donations either. Don't bite of the hand that feeds the face.