Heavy Lifting

I am now standing again, as my back started to get quite sore.

Earlier this afternoon, the group split up. A handful went to an old age home, but most of us, myself included, went to a local charitable organization, like the Salvation Army or Goodwill or something like that. We spent our time moving furniture or folding clothes. It was hot, sweaty and dusty. I imagined that this was what Mexican factory workers in California feel like. But I suppose we were helpful. I also rode around on an old scooter, which was cool.