homeless day 14-15, 56th birthday
| June 18, 2008 at 09:53 am
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today while doing laundry, a guy walked by while i was outside the laundrymat and asked what happened to my arm. i told him the story of the arm and the eviction, and he put his hand on my shoulder and "lifted me up to God" in prayer. long prayer too. i suddenly felt somewhat at peace and feel things will come my way that i least expect. depending on your beliefs, whether you believe in a God or not, i feel that part of what makes prayer work is the cosmic energy we all have to change our frame of mind, and even starting our bodies to create anti-bodies to fight disease and whatnot, and part of it is the vibes that are given off during prayers. well, corporate greed negated the angel's wish, i was told by the hospital administrator not to hang out so much any more. oh well. so i did not risk parking there last night. i went to my old spot and was treated to having all the parking spaces in the lot being restriped while i slept, including the lines next to my car. and at about 3 a.m., something set off sirens in town, no clue what. the whole town heard it. i am waiting to hear back from someone who wants to buy my house and move it to their property. if my suspicion is correct and the houses are all being torn down to change the use of the land, this should be perfect for the landlord. she won't have to pay to tear it down because that would be on the new buyer to do so. the buyer would pay off the back debt and throw me a bone too. this would be a nice birthday present to find that i may have a lil something coming my way. ever since that earlier incident with te guy at the laundry, i've been looking for signs, and people who come out of the blue to feed me info or words of wisdom. at the park last night, a 47 yr old woman who has been homeless in her car for years and just roams the country showed up and struck up a conversation with me. she kept telling me i need to find a tent to put up in the bushes somewhere. she had some interesting stories about her life, but i'm not sure she said anything i can use right now, but she said she would look for avenues of help for me. i'm sitting here in the snowcrest internet cafe writing this. i got treated to a birthday mocha frap, yummy. after i leave here, it's off to check my mail, and find shade to park under. tomorrow i have a doc appointment, and friday 2 appointments. one is in redding. i do have the gas to get there and back. sitting here in this internet hotspot is not exactly my idea of a fun birthday, but it's the best i can do at the moment. i sit here, pondering my future, looking for jobs i can handle with a broken arm. i did check with the homeles shelter in redding. they say they're 5th best in the nation for cleanlieness and support offered, but you can't park your car on site. WTF? all my stuff will be in the car. where do they expect me to leave it where it won't bet broken into? they said up on the hill. WHAT??? a hill? away from the shelter? i'd never see my stuff again what with all the car burgleries in redding. so i guess i'd need enough to pay for storage till i'm ready to leave california after i get my teeth. i also wonder how someone like bush would survive in my shoes. he'd never make it. i need to get going, gotta check mail, and make plans depending on what mail i get. donations can be made to paypal @ http://www.myspace.com/livinglife211 the jim martin fund donate button OR by deposit or money transfer to meta bank, acct # 4727 7700 4002 3816, routing # 08 400 3997 thanks much.