Small Blessings

Ah, a public holiday... That
equates to a blessed long
week-end, resulting in a 
short work-week, a transitory,
ephemeral state of thankfulness.
For some it will be the first
summer weekend trip to the
family cottage. More prosaically
for others an opportunity to
spring sweep the apartment,
the attic, basement, garage,
ridding themselves of the
redundant unwanted, the
barely worn, slightly soiled,
operationally wonky items
that clutter lives, but yet
deemed useful for someone
other than themselves. Serving a
second hand charity's need for
resale to the working poor
and the middle class alike,
seeking 'funky' items spurned
by those on welfare, not gainfully
employed who prefer the
tried-and-true method of Sunday
furtive appraisals and Monday
night-raids on the goods left
out for thrift shop staff to discover
come the opening morn.