...a small opened box of C & H Pure Cane Sugar, a pair of flip-flops, a pair of canvas sneakers, an old (circa 1950's if I had to guess) Mr. Vibrator in its original box.
(Not going near that last item.)
The last day I was home sick, I had the energy to putter around the house and bring a few things of ours out to the Bench (all of them are gone today except the flip-flops - an old pair of Kami's which I think came off the Bench a year or more ago). As I was laying things out, a young woman walking her dog stopped next to me. "Do you live here?"
I said, yes, that usually the items on the Bench weren't from us, contrary to what she was seeing at this precise moment. She said, "I know. I got a new jacket here last week. I was trying it on - it was in great shape - and this guy came up and said, 'Hey, I just left that here. Does it fit?' It did, and I got to thank him for it. I come by every other week or so."
I asked her name - Erin - and her dog's name - Leroy. Her dog was black Labrador-ish: the Platonic ideal of a dog. I liked how glad she was that she could actually thank the person responsible for her new jacket.
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Many thanks to all the healing thoughts and well-wishes sent my way. They worked; I am healed.
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