today is thanksgiving and i should be thankful, but all i am is tired and i didn't even have to cook
just about the time that i think i have released the grasp of depression, it tightens its grip. I would love to blame it on school, work....but i really have nothing to give to any of it.
i was coming home from work the other day and there was a guy in a motorized wheelchair (that is a form of transportation around here) that was coming down the back side of the vi-dock. He was eyeing a red hoodie that was in the spot that the guy with the cardboard sign usually resides. I stopped at the stop sign and as i drove off i watched him pick up the hoodie, investigate it and throw it back on the ground. I wasn't sure if he was checking the pockets for money. I wondered what kind of expectations the man in the wheelchair had for a hoodie that was left on the corner?? It looked newer and he took the time to stop and inspect the piece of clothing. I don't know, maybe red wasn't his color.
i went and fed the animals today, Cher the bird didn't understand why she couldn't go to thanksgiving for lunch....my in laws would have enjoyed that. Walmart was open and the parking lot was packed like any other day. The guy that claims to be a veteran was parked at the corner in his wheelchair with his cardboard sign. I honestly thought of giving him money today or inviting him to lunch, but then decided that since he was homeless that he probably stunk or he was a serial killer.....so i just drove on, plus the young kid on the corner was walking to him as if they knew each other. The old man has the pathetic look down, but the kid with his cardboard sign just didn't look sad enough.
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