Today I had time to kill because the plane was late, dodging North Texas summer thunderstorms. I spotted a Salvation Army when I was about a mile from the airport, so I pulled in and was surprised that the parking lot was completely full. I had to go around the side and park near the back of the store, and wondered if people were parking at the Salvation Army and heading someplace else in the area. I never see these stores full.

Turns out this is the #1 Salvation Army store, profit-wise, in the nation. It was busy, and they had a lot of big and expensive stuff in there. Furniture selling for several hundred dollars, a little boutique area for antiques, etc. I spent a couple of hours poking around and reading through the book titles. I got out for about $10. I might have spent a little less for parking at the airport, but this way I didn't have to fool with shuttles and such. When my son was ready with his bag he went to the front and texted, and I got him within five minutes.

The drive home was hellish. An hour of dodging in and out of wind and rain. We're here now, and I hear the microwave has finished defrosting a couple of chicken breasts. I'm ready to start a late dinner. Some laundry is drying now, and the next load is put in by my son, who filled the basket with stuff from his trip.

Time to kick back and dry out.

SRS