Archive for June, 2011
Here it is…Home Sweet Project. I’m now in a 1960’s BC Housing Project….note the original lino floor and cinder block walls. Ugly, but hey, I can’t hear my neighbours. It took two years to finally get my own place , and I had to go through the NDP Housing and Social Developement Critic, Shane Simpson to do it. I let Shane know that my mental and physical health were deteriorating without stable housing, got him the back up documentation from my doctor ad shrink, and he passed it on to the appropriate people. Who was to know BC Housing has a seperate health department?????? The things that aren’t told. Crazy.
I’ve got a love seat , found a daybed on Craigslist (Homestart did provide me with some stuff), and hit Zellers for cheap but decent looking curtains, shelving etc….made tables for the window sill as you can’t see out the window if you’re sitting on a normal chair…..built some shelving (and still building more!!!!)….hit Chinatown for baskets to store my junk in….ay yi yi, it’s been non-stop. Some friends and sisters have helped out.
Oh ya, I’m on the 10th floor and have a fab east view…maybe a photo of that later.
The place has looked totally bombed out with all my stuff…but how could I possibly throw out that fisherman knit sweater with the holes in it? Don’t know, I’m tired. Beat. But I have a home.
Aside from having already known Allison from Creekside prior to my blogging days, I have never met a fellow blogger….until the other day. Wandering Coyote was in Vancouver and we linked up. That’s link in person, not in cyber space. Well what a joy!
We did Gastown, Coytoe got to go to Fluevog’s and try on her dream shoes. The sales clerk, Justin, was uber nice and accomodating, and took the pic above. I must say, Coyote can wear heels!
From there we continued to Social Undevelopement as I had to take care of some biz, then showed her the heart of DTES, yes, we were at Main and Hastings (aka Pain and Wastings). Next, Army and Navy for her to browse MORE shoes and me to exchange a pair of jeans. Then the Woodwards building to hit up London Drugs for cheap coconut water, and back to Gastown.
I was tired from moving all week, but had quite a delightful time and really liked that Coyote was comfortable sharing silence, a mark of a real friend. I just don’t talk as much as I used to. But we did get a better glimpse into each other’s lives and of course discussed being on disability and how fucked up the provincial Liberals are. Hopefully I’ll be able to get to her digs in the Kootenays some day….if she doesn’t move out here first.