July 28th, 2012
Did my Seventh Step Prayer yesterday in Lakeside park near the playground. I read the standard prayer and my re-write so I could 'Double Root' myself spiritually. Earlier that morning I walked to the plasma center stopping at a thrift shop and a smoke shop on the way back. I had a brief interaction with my friend 'D' as well. Needless to say, but I'm gonna say it anyway, when I finally showed up at Lakeside park my leg's were cramping. But the day had just begun, 'JP' dropped me off at the public library afterward which in my opinion is much like a glorified internet cafe as far as I and all the other homeless in the city are concerned. Glanced at my facebook page from which I gleaned that if I so chose my night could be long, wild, and uncertain if I desired it to be. My friends band from out of town would be playing here tonight. 'D' told me she would like to go but was unsure. Terrence from the shelter told me that a little birdy had told him that most of the homeless men were gonna stay outside tonight, opting to get a buzz rather than a bed since it was Friday. Meaning if I went to the shelter instead going to see the band I'd most likely get a bed. It was a big factor seeing as my erratic sleep schedule combined with not knowing where I'd end up at night had left me with an increasing feeling of chronic fatigue. The other big factor was laundry. Hadn't done any in a while and my clothes and I were getting quite ripe. Then came a pattern of causality that evaporated my intention for adventure; if I see my friends band I have to find a ride or hazard an 11 mile round trip walk at night, between towns. In addition I wouldn't have a place to stay for the night and my laundry would not get done. So... No Adventure, besides my nightly adventure of staying (or trying to) in a catholic homeless shelter which is quite normal to me by this point. Had a few laughs with Joaquin, found out that Frett was arrested and Terrence told me he's getting his own apartment on Monday. Eve is out of town again, otherwise I might stay there. We spoke briefly before she left. She met someone, some kind of author, says she bought one of his books. Mixed feelings about that. Did my laundry this morning at the shelter, volunteered to sweep and mop the men's dorm. On my way to the coffee shop I found a Green Celtic knot tapestry on a desk sitting on the curb in front of a student apartment building. It's clean, fairly un-torn, and reminds me of the apartment I had in my hometown... so I folded it up neatly and jammed it down into my duffel bag. If I go to the job service next week and work hard I can probably afford an apartment by next week. If I have an apartment in two weeks I can start the school year with my own place and I won't have to stay at the shelter or in the dorms. At least if college doesn't pan out I'll have an apartment. Having an apartment means I can attend more meetings without worrying about where I'm gonna stay afterward, it means no more storage unit, it means a quiet place where I can just write and be in peace. So... placement test, transcripts, job service, apartment, school and then who knows what.
Did my Seventh Step Prayer yesterday in Lakeside park near the playground. I read the standard prayer and my re-write so I could 'Double Root' myself spiritually. Earlier that morning I walked to the plasma center stopping at a thrift shop and a smoke shop on the way back. I had a brief interaction with my friend 'D' as well. Needless to say, but I'm gonna say it anyway, when I finally showed up at Lakeside park my leg's were cramping. But the day had just begun, 'JP' dropped me off at the public library afterward which in my opinion is much like a glorified internet cafe as far as I and all the other homeless in the city are concerned. Glanced at my facebook page from which I gleaned that if I so chose my night could be long, wild, and uncertain if I desired it to be. My friends band from out of town would be playing here tonight. 'D' told me she would like to go but was unsure. Terrence from the shelter told me that a little birdy had told him that most of the homeless men were gonna stay outside tonight, opting to get a buzz rather than a bed since it was Friday. Meaning if I went to the shelter instead going to see the band I'd most likely get a bed. It was a big factor seeing as my erratic sleep schedule combined with not knowing where I'd end up at night had left me with an increasing feeling of chronic fatigue. The other big factor was laundry. Hadn't done any in a while and my clothes and I were getting quite ripe. Then came a pattern of causality that evaporated my intention for adventure; if I see my friends band I have to find a ride or hazard an 11 mile round trip walk at night, between towns. In addition I wouldn't have a place to stay for the night and my laundry would not get done. So... No Adventure, besides my nightly adventure of staying (or trying to) in a catholic homeless shelter which is quite normal to me by this point. Had a few laughs with Joaquin, found out that Frett was arrested and Terrence told me he's getting his own apartment on Monday. Eve is out of town again, otherwise I might stay there. We spoke briefly before she left. She met someone, some kind of author, says she bought one of his books. Mixed feelings about that. Did my laundry this morning at the shelter, volunteered to sweep and mop the men's dorm. On my way to the coffee shop I found a Green Celtic knot tapestry on a desk sitting on the curb in front of a student apartment building. It's clean, fairly un-torn, and reminds me of the apartment I had in my hometown... so I folded it up neatly and jammed it down into my duffel bag. If I go to the job service next week and work hard I can probably afford an apartment by next week. If I have an apartment in two weeks I can start the school year with my own place and I won't have to stay at the shelter or in the dorms. At least if college doesn't pan out I'll have an apartment. Having an apartment means I can attend more meetings without worrying about where I'm gonna stay afterward, it means no more storage unit, it means a quiet place where I can just write and be in peace. So... placement test, transcripts, job service, apartment, school and then who knows what.
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