Tales From The Shelter – 37
It’s not like I’m incapacitated but I’m certainly limited with what I can do right now. I’ve been eating broths as the ‘barf and poo flu’ decided to strike, plus I’ve had the early Halloween look of heavily swollen eyelids…so swollen I went to emergency but they think it’s an allergy. My doctor is way the fuck out in West Van and I don’t have the energy to go so I’ll drink copious amounts of water and hopefully that will flush my system.
The Tamil women and children: their clothing looks like classic refugee boat people with thread bare polyesters and sandals they’re heels hang off the back of. I couldn’t stand it any longer, I mean, not because aesthetically it bothered me, but because I felt they should have better. I put the call out on an internet forum I belong to and the donations came pouring in.
The Tamil women and myself sat down one night and went through things…considering size was a hit and miss factor we did pretty good with them taking all accept about a third of the load. The eldest boy, 5 years, was a great help and would run and get another bag each time we were ready. Not to be outdone, the year and a half old took it upon himself to do the same. There he was, about 2 foot nothing lugging plastic bags as big as himself down the hallway. It was hilarious.
Retarded Martha couldn’t resist poking her nose in when I was first organizing the clothes as she gets volunteer hours for sorting out the donation closet. You could see her kinda twitching that I wasn’t going to let her be a part of the distribution. I mean, sheesh, even the Tamil women indicate they don’t like her!!!!
Tele-tubby one moves out at the end of the month to Greasy Manor, which is the Silly Man’s older sister. It’s transitional housing so you get a bachelor suite with visitation limitations. I just can’t go there.
Bossy quit all her personal growth courses and decided to look for ANY type of employment then get her own place. So far so bad. Vanouver’s still small enough that it helps like hell if you know someone, and she doesn’t. She has become yet another victim of fantasy who thought they could find work and a place to live because of the Olympics. I really have to hold my tongue and not say, ‘Ah, don’t you think it’s time to go back?’. I find myself taking on a protectionism role because I’m competing with oh too many for social housing. I don’t know if that’s a right or wrong attitude and perhaps there is no right or wrong here but that it’s just how it is.
Sunny today!!!!!!!!!!!! Rain tomorrow and through November 😀