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Wish Granted

For a free alcoholic drink, I took a tour of an assisted living home. In the lengthy interview the hostess found out I thought it would be fun to sky dive — free float down from an airplane. Well she thought that was a cute wish for an old lady. She lined up such an arrangement, on her nickle, in the spring when the sky riders are in business. How’s that for enticement to join the waiting list for a luxury apartment? I can envision myself floating down over Ritzville on the back of a qualified diver. But the vision is really as far as I can see the action. I have a very healthy heart. And it would probably withstand the drop. Would my mind? Would my body? It sounds like a lot of fun. The law of averages would predict a small thing to go wrong. Do I want to take the chance that I would not live to age 83?

Somebody would have to be ready to make the funeral fire if I did not.

I have to think seriously about that.

End of my sidewalk

Some items are not welcome at GoodWill or other thrift shops. I do not want to do much cooking or baking any time now. I eat too much as it is, or rather too much of what I eat settles around my stomach. So I gave up my stove. Sure I would like to receive some money from a transaction. I do that with advertising in a local Giant Nickel. But there was nary a bite when I put for sale an apartment-size electric stove — a neat compact four burner with full oven. What to do?

I resorted to the old standby, curbside sales. Put the stove at the end of my sidewalk, my property, and tack on a FREE sign. Works wonders. The stove did stand on the sidewalk over the weekend but believe it or not, this morning the stove was picked up. What a relief. I have renewed respect for my curbside sales outlet. Such a joy to have my castoff picked up as a prize by someone who really wants it. No dickering over size, color, or appearance. Like “I’d take it if it was green, or if it had a see-through oven door.”

No questions asked. Somebody wanted it just the way it was. I wanted someone who wanted it to have it just the way it was. Everybody happy? Well I should say!

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