perchie.girl
RIP 1953-2021
Vignette this week:
A Moment of time
As usual I was sneaking time out for myself. My routine in the morning is to care for my grandmother. Fixing her breakfast and making sure the TV is on the correct channel. Then making sure her pills are in a row on her tray. She is after all 102 years old.
After Grandma is settled and I find out if she wants Coffee, I am free to run down to the coffee shop and grab a Decaf for grandma, a cold brew and a fruit and granola bowl for my breakfast. Then I park in the parking lot and people watch as I eat.
While I was placing and waiting for my order I noticed a homeless man wearing Two back packs and carrying another. He fished in the Garbage for a bit then disappeared. His clothes were red or maroon with a well defined patina of sleeping on the ground.
I parked and another car parked in the same row. Very nice car white with a grey interior.. His clothes were grey sweat pants and a whte shirt Very clean. His hair was also grey, the kind of grey Asian men have Very salt and pepper. He had the look of a man who was strong of convictions.
Gray man went into the barber shop, looking for someone. He came out and was about to get in his car when Maroon man came up and spoke to him. Gray man had the look of someone put in an awkward position but he finally started to fish in his pockets. Then he stopped. And looked at Maroon man.
"Are you going to buy alcohol with this?" I couldn't hear the reply.
"I will buy you a cup of coffee"
They both headed to the coffee shop. Gray man returned a moment later. He said to me "He changed his mind, I don't want to see him get alcohol" I smiled and nodded. Gray man shruged obviously relived and went to his car.
I finished my bowl and looked in my review mirror to see if Maroon man was still around. Yep He was over under the over hang by the liquor store talking to himself.
I pulled the car around and came to a spot next to him. And gestured to him to come over. He field dressed his cigarette and put it in his pocket, and Came over.
I said, "How are you doing?"
"fine trying to get out of the rain for a while" His features were sun worn and very deeply grained. Not as old as he appeared probably in his early fifties. He didn't smell of smoke either Or old Alcohol... or even dirt for that matter.
"How long have you been on the street?"
"Not long," and he elaborated " I have two houses you know I go home quite often" Deep voice and no real accent. He was a worker at one time I suspect,
I smiled and said " You take care" and I handed him a twenty. He didn't even look at it he looked at me and said "Thank you" and made it disappear into one of his pockets.
I left soon after. When I used to work at a gas station I saw and spoke with the homeless Quite often. They are just simply people. Mental health, Drugs, Alcahol, you name it they are just surviving.
But isn't that what we all do? Survive with the tools that we have?
deb
A Moment of time
As usual I was sneaking time out for myself. My routine in the morning is to care for my grandmother. Fixing her breakfast and making sure the TV is on the correct channel. Then making sure her pills are in a row on her tray. She is after all 102 years old.
After Grandma is settled and I find out if she wants Coffee, I am free to run down to the coffee shop and grab a Decaf for grandma, a cold brew and a fruit and granola bowl for my breakfast. Then I park in the parking lot and people watch as I eat.
While I was placing and waiting for my order I noticed a homeless man wearing Two back packs and carrying another. He fished in the Garbage for a bit then disappeared. His clothes were red or maroon with a well defined patina of sleeping on the ground.
I parked and another car parked in the same row. Very nice car white with a grey interior.. His clothes were grey sweat pants and a whte shirt Very clean. His hair was also grey, the kind of grey Asian men have Very salt and pepper. He had the look of a man who was strong of convictions.
Gray man went into the barber shop, looking for someone. He came out and was about to get in his car when Maroon man came up and spoke to him. Gray man had the look of someone put in an awkward position but he finally started to fish in his pockets. Then he stopped. And looked at Maroon man.
"Are you going to buy alcohol with this?" I couldn't hear the reply.
"I will buy you a cup of coffee"
They both headed to the coffee shop. Gray man returned a moment later. He said to me "He changed his mind, I don't want to see him get alcohol" I smiled and nodded. Gray man shruged obviously relived and went to his car.
I finished my bowl and looked in my review mirror to see if Maroon man was still around. Yep He was over under the over hang by the liquor store talking to himself.
I pulled the car around and came to a spot next to him. And gestured to him to come over. He field dressed his cigarette and put it in his pocket, and Came over.
I said, "How are you doing?"
"fine trying to get out of the rain for a while" His features were sun worn and very deeply grained. Not as old as he appeared probably in his early fifties. He didn't smell of smoke either Or old Alcohol... or even dirt for that matter.
"How long have you been on the street?"
"Not long," and he elaborated " I have two houses you know I go home quite often" Deep voice and no real accent. He was a worker at one time I suspect,
I smiled and said " You take care" and I handed him a twenty. He didn't even look at it he looked at me and said "Thank you" and made it disappear into one of his pockets.
I left soon after. When I used to work at a gas station I saw and spoke with the homeless Quite often. They are just simply people. Mental health, Drugs, Alcahol, you name it they are just surviving.
But isn't that what we all do? Survive with the tools that we have?
deb
