I made a funny video. It’s free if you wanna watch. It might be offensive though, if you’re a Fundy. Just a warning. (But it’s still really, really funny anyway!) Heh! Heh! Heh!
Looks Like I’ve lost my internet. I’m blocked from all webpages except for the Gates, Land of The Dead, my email and my bank. When I try to access anything else, a notice from AT&T pops up telling me my account needs attention. Lizzie set up the account so I don’t have the email and password. I can’t find out what’s going on. I can guess, though. Oh well. It was just a matter of time. I expected it. I can’t blame her for all of this. I let it happen. I trusted her too much and let myself become too dependent upon another person.
If you don’t hear from me for a while, it will be because they turned my account off. Once I’m on the road, I’ll have other options. Thank the Goddess for Hot Spots and libraries!
See Yah. Bye Now.
The idea of me being out on the streets, at my age and poor health scares the socks off me! See no socks. They’re gone. Oops, wait a minute! I wasn’t wearing any socks this morning. I never wear socks. There’s no room in my shoes because my feet are so swelled. Oh, well.
Anyway, if It scares me, when I have had over eight years of experience of living in this situation, how scared are the ones who face this for the first time? Who never dreamed they be in a SHTF place like this?
There are thousands of them. Young, old, women, men and, yes. Even children. Babies. And the number is growing. You may not see them, but they are there. They are the silent people. The invisible people. How many times have you spotted one of them and let your eyes skitter across them, subtracting them from the landscape.
You did not see that scanky old bum in the middle of all this nice scenery. messing it up for the decent people. I tell you from experience, a smile, a nod, an acknowledgment that, Yes, you’re there, I can see you, you exist, goes a long way. Too many times people only see the homeless long enough to call the cops to remove this blemish from their eyes. Never thinking that here is a person. He has hopes and dreams. He has feelings. He hurts. He laughs. He even loves.
He’s a dirty, smelly old bum. So what? Sometimes that’s what happens when you reach the end of your rope. You stop trying. It’s hard enough to keep clean and smelling nice when you still have your dreams to keep you company. When they’re gone, you reach a point where you just don’t care anymore.
Give someone hope. Give them a smile. Hell, give them two. They’re free.
The second part of the old saying that is the title to this post is “Is paved with good intentions.” In my case this saying is very true. My intentions are in the right place, but my carry through goes all wrong.
I had INTENDED to stay away from the Gates for a good long while. Long enough to get my head together. Unfortunately, it seems I just can’t manage that. Anyway, this is a good place to rant. Keeps me from killing somebody. :D
As I said in my previous post, looks like I’m gonna be homeless for a while. I’m not too worried. My Missouri-Mule stubbornness will carry me through. Anyway, I started doing some research trying to find some blogs with information on homelessness I could use, kind of a refresher course in the art of living without a roof. I found this one.
Survival Guide to Homelessness
It’s pretty good, but I realized there seems to be a dearth of material on practical advice for women and the elderly who are homeless. So being who I am, a big mouthed, opinionated old Witch, I decided to step into the breach. I just happen to have an empty blog (No, not this blog. It’s a .org blog.) just waiting to be filled with nifty advice on how to hit the streets arunning. I have the experience to give good advice on this topic. I lived it for eight years. And it will get my mind off certain topics that are making my head spin!
I’m going to title it “Nowhere-USA” because when you’re involuntarily homeless, that’s where you feel like you are. At the moment, I’m looking for an appropriate theme. Should I go with shades of black, like I usually do? Or is that too oppressing for people who are struggling? Should I pick something light and white? Advise me. Vote in the comments and let me know what you think.
Things are too crazy right now. I have to go away for a while. Don’t know when, but I’ll be back. I’ve removed everything here, when I do return, I will do so with a fresh start. Thank you for Following this blog, thank you for all your Likes. I will still be posting on my poetry blog,