Yesterday, whilst having a 'moment of distance' from Gom, I decided to take myself for a small tour of Op Shops.
One, which I deem a very worthy cause, is messy, untidy, and seems to contain the dregs of everyone's "Too lazy to take it to the Dump" mess. I feel sorry for the organisers, and the cause. I try to purchase something each time I visit, but yesterday, I just could not find anything I felt worthy of purchase.
It is a shame, because it is for a Priest- yes, don't faint, those of you, who know how anti any 'Religion' I am! This man does nothing but great work, trying to save the teenaged 'lost'. He runs a farm style property, where these lost and damaged teens can learn to love. They are given animals to care for, and responsibilities that give them a sense of pride and achievment. They are taught about love, and self respect, along with respect for others. Often their lives are transformed.
I know this Priest has almost thrown in the towel, more than once, but his valuable center has provided salvation, for so many precious young lives, who would have been otherwise lost. He relies on donations to keep the facility up and running.
I have private issues with the greed of his 'Church' and the wealth they continue to hoard, and boast about! lo, the man in the million dollar 'Frock' laced in gold, with slippers and a silly hat! how much does all this crap cost?? How much poverty could be alleviated with this combined amassed wealth?in this world. !!
I will not use this Blog as a forum for my disgust and anger.
Suffice to say, I moved on, with regret and visited another Good Cause op shop.
Clean, organised, tidy, and well run, with very fair prices, for goods on sale.
It was then I was afflicted with the most distressing chest pain. I wont elaborate as to it's progress. I lurched about the shop, hiding in corners, pulling faces, and testing myself, to make sure it was not a stroke. If anyone had observed me, they would have thought me quite mad, grimacing at the wall, poking my toungue out, and lifting my arms, to prove it was not a stroke I was experiencing. The pain seemed to indicate something else altogether, however. 'Blinding' springs to mind.
I knew I could not drive the car, feeling like that, so I lingered on, pretending to inspect unseen goodies on display. Eventually, after 15 minutes I felt confident enough to drive the car.
I have long wanted to photograph some "Art Works". They are often spectacular, and very detailed. They seem to change quite frequently, as I suspect rival 'Artists' destroy and deface the lovely works of others. Which is a great pity.
I have the feeling that the owners of the Business commisson these paintings, and are probably as disappointed as the artists, when they are defaced.
The art is, of course for a business, and it is a popular place for young lads- and girls, I hasten to add, -for Birthday Parties etc.
It is not my wish to advertise the company, but I give you some of the Art decorations.
Of course, I can't read a word of it, but that is not the point I guess. The fearsome Dinosaur would surely strike fear into any defacer's heart?
This particular wall changes regularly, and so I will try to get updates from time to time.
Today has been a really pleasant day for me.
I have had phone calls, messages, and a lovely lunch, so I will retire very tired & well satisfied.
Stars, Janis Ian.