And, volunteering, back at the thrift shop. I had cleared the area - M***'s area, made it to the back wall, had my picture taken and it was distributed to the staff as proof that it could be done.
This was while M*** was away. M*** got back a few weeks ago, and offered dim congratulations on my 2 week success that undermined his 5 years of constant, 5 days a week labor...
I knew it would be this way. And, whether contrite or infected with my Zen enthusiasm he even cleaned up his shrine, all into a tub.
But - now I'm noticing, his Shrine is being rebuilt. A new one, from new donations and - to him (and occasionally me) - filled with items he(or I) find curious.
This is it at the moment:
You get it. Kitsch.
And - his area - as I'm often in when he isn't - has been sealed with red tape, like a crime scene, none shall pass, and I'm directed instead to other departments that have need of my skills.
He's rebuilding the nest. He can't help it. It's in his blood. Just as much as it's in my blood to destroy it.
I'm thinking at the moment jewelry could use my attention. I have yet to find a single interesting watch, and would be most curious to go through the tubs - and tubs - of bad plastic/Bakelite/gold plate/silver alloy jewelry and see if maybe, just maybe, there's something of interest.
Pretty sure there isn't, but pretty sure M*** is done working with me for a bit and so time to diversify and find other ways to keep productive and busy...