I spent a little over an hour, sorting through a jumbled mess of clothes and bedding that smelled of baby puke, throwing out cheap clothes with shredded seams, bras that were stretched and ripped, and baby clothes turned inside out so you wouldn’t see the stains. Three shoes that were so “distressed” that I would have thrown them out even if they were in pairs. Three socks.
I’m sure the person who donated them was doing the best they could. I stashed some of the ripped clothing for the material (I am a magpie), and took the rest out to the garbage, to a sky loud with the sound of geese; three flocks, each over a hundred, going down to the Lake for breakfast.
Tucked in the bottom of one of the boxes was a plastic bag holding four pebbles. I used the bag for some lengths of lace, and put the pebbles in my bag.
Sometimes good and bad are the same thing.