Does it matter how long that mystery piece of something made of heavy fabric lay half concealed in my basement and was the object of some revulsion on my part--because I could see it was dirty and didn't know what it might be or might have been used for--and of my vows to sometime pick it up and get rid of it?
I hope not because it was years.
But Thursday I pulled it out from between things and from under an empty box--which I carried up to the recycling bin--and I looked it over, thinking I'd just chuck it, too.
But I saw it was only some dirty coveralls, nothing terribly mysterious there, because I figured they belong(ed) to Richard and were part of his days and years working as a granite fabricator and installer. And I say they are coveralls, not overalls, and there is a difference.
Anyway, I washed them.
They now lie clean and folded in plain sight on the small countertop of my laundry room.
Big Ben by Wrangler, size 46 regular, which would be too big for Richard now after his weight loss of 20 lbs., 100% cotton, Sanforized, in a blue and blue striped fabric. They are without holes or blemish of any kind and appear to be entirely serviceable.
Now I can't bear to chuck them and would like it if someone could use them.
What do you think?
Maybe I'll ask Richard. Maybe.
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