Lloyd and I went to Omaha on Saturday. The primary reason was to give blood. This was the first time either of us had been to a dedicated Red Cross building, and it was so different from going to the VFW or a church. We had actual lounge-style chairs instead of padded tables, and it just felt so official. I warned them that I was going to be a slow bleeder – 7 to 8 minutes, but guess what?? Three minutes and forty-seven seconds*! That is a new personal best!! I couldn’t believe it! I think the lesson I’m learning is to donate from my right arm, with it’s beefy veins, not my withered, useless left arm.
Afterward, we had some errands to do. Ahead of time, I had printed a paper map and marked the places to go and planned the route. I didn’t think Lloyd cared until near the end of the day when he said, “You’re doing a great job getting us where we need to go without backtracking.” I beamed.
One of the stops was a Thrift World in Omaha. Flushed with last weekend’s success, I knew I would be disappointed by this trip. Lloyd looked at the books, and I weeded my way through the two looooong aisles of sweaters, trying to identify the material. He joined me when I was nearly done, and I was explaining my process: scanning the weave, trying to identify if it might be wool or cashmere, then checking the label. I had been wrong on several sweaters. He grabbed one and said, “Like this one?”
It was cashmere.
It was the only sweater he touched.
I hate him.
I did buy it, but it is even smaller than the first. I wore it for Council Fire this morning before church. Ahhhh….. smokey cashmere………
Congratulations on your fast bleeding! I wonder if people with high blood pressure can fill one of those backs quicker than other people? Does high blood pressure even work that way?