It is gray outside and raining on and off.
Yesterday was warm enough to spend time on the patio with Charlie. It was such a lovely day.
I started cutting back dead plants in the containers that I haven’t gotten to yet. I still have a lot to do to prepare for spring planting.
It felt good to stretch my limbs. To get work done. It felt good to be out in my garden space. A place that I so love.
There’s so much I want to do out there. I lay awake at night thinking about my patio and dreaming up things I want to do differently.
Last Wednesday on my birthday I had a pretty perfect day. I got up that morning and took Charlie to acupuncture. Then I drove about four blocks to my grocery store and picked up some things.
While I was at the checkout the cashier asked if I wanted to donate to the children’s food fund they were hosting.
I thought: Well, that’s the perfect thing to do on my birthday. Help the most vulnerable. So I donated.
Then about as soon as I got home they called me to pick up Charlie. I didn’t do much of anything different the rest of the day. But come suppertime I ordered a steak from Outback to be delivered. It was delicious and my birthday treat.
Then the pet babies got comfy and I watched an episode of “Wire In The Blood” back in the bedroom. I’m on the last year for the series. After that I read a book until I got sleepy.
Ivy is beside herself trying to get into those boxes of things for the kitchen I have stacked in the corner of the dining room. She has dug a few things out, but I keep trying to arrange the stacked boxes in a way where it’s too hard for her to pull things out.
She’s a nosy Nellie and can’t bear for something to be in here that she hasn’t fully inspected.
I had to order more gold drawer pulls than I needed because that was just the way they were packaged. So I guess if she manages to get one of those packages out again and drags it off it won’t be the end of the world.
Yesterday around 4:30 I took Charlie and we drove to pick up a sandwich to go with some side dishes I had at home. Charlie loves to go in the car with me.
As we were driving back I saw an old woman standing at a street corner holding up her sign.
She was wizened and looked so tired. It wasn’t cold and she had on a cap and a coat, but her right hand was shaking so badly she could hardly hold the sign. I figured she was ill.
That policeman my daughter talked to is right about one thing: They are everywhere.
But more and more I’m seeing the elderly out on the street without a home to go to or food to eat. They are frail and the look in their eyes is one of disappointment and despair.
I never carry cash so I was of no help to her. Now that I think about it, I probably should have given her my sandwich, but it didn’t occur to me and I was several lanes away from her. The traffic light changed and I had to move along.
You know, it wasn’t like this when I was young. I didn’t see homeless people on the street begging. Or not that I recall. Where were they?
Were things somehow different back then? Where there more agencies around to help them?
Now that I really give it some thought, where were these homeless people back then?