No time for a lengthy post this weekend, because I’m in the middle of my gigantic semi-annual yard sale.  Lots of friends stop by to shop and schmooze, and we always meet interesting new people, like the man who collects Buckminster Fuller drawings.  And then there’s usually a bit of human drama.  

An old, raggedy, smelly, homeless woman wandered into this upscale fashionista environment, and asked if I could give her something to wear.  As it happens, I always put aside lots of freebies for people who buy a lot, so I brought her to that section and told her to take as much as she wanted.  She adamantly refused to take more than one pair of pants, saying “Oh no, I wouldn’t want to be greedy.”  Why did this

•    A: Touch my heart?  And also

•    B: Shame me, because if someone offered me unlimited free stuff I’d probably grab the whole lot.  

I am too selfish to live.