The Other Side of Poor

 

I am still not completely moved in but today I had to go to my little weekend job.  I carefully planned out the bus trip to downtown from the East Side from which I now live.  As I waited for the bus, there was another lady waiting as well.  Since I have to spark a conversation with anyone around me, I learned a little bit of her story.

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She was happily married for 16 years, her husband owned his own business and she helped him with books and such.  About 3 months ago, he suddenly passed.  Left her with nothing; she now lives in a broken down van parked by a mini mart.  She has resorted to trading favors for things she needs.

I found a spot on the bus, and another lady sat in a seat near me.  She had an infected cut with still stitches.  She can’t afford antibiotics to help it heal.

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We drove past an area, with people of all race and creed, with knapsacks, and everything they owned waiting for freebies from an outreach center.  I would guess 75-100 folk.

A man in his late 50’s hooked his bike to the front on the bus and hobbled on with shoes that barely stayed on his feet.  By the look in his eyes, he was in a very bad way.

I had to look away; the tears welled up in my eyes. …..

The bus continued to drive past some under passes with men, and women hovering for shade as the heat of the day pressed on their desperate lives.

 

Another, a diabetic, can’t afford his insulin……

I made it downtown to my job location, and had a few minutes to spare.  All I could think about was how fortunate I am.

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As I got to work, I searched for my demo products and of course they weren’t there, but I didn’t seem to mind, I winged it like I always do and prayed to God how grateful I am.  When I was finished with my shift, I cleaned up the back area and bagged up the leftover demo product that was collecting dust and took it with me.  I got on my bus to go back home and I handed out some of the product samples to those that would take it.  The rest I am going to make care packages for the folk that live in the buildings around me.

I am going to keep on collecting leftover samples and give what I can to the people that I come in contact with that are in need.  It is only a tiny fulfillment of need, but maybe it will give someone a smile.

I messed up purchasing my ticket, so I had to purchase another.  I didn’t have exact change, so at the transfer station I ran over to a McD’s to buy a “cheap” bacon biscuit for $5 to make change.  The dollar store across the street costs more than any high end grocery store.  Price Gouging.

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Here, we have the poorest of poor, and they are being robbed by corporate A-Holes.  No wonder the moral stinks.  You’re damned if you do, and you’re damned if you don’t.

I don’t have an answer, and I don’t know how to fix it, but if I could wave my magic wand, I surely would.

This is all I have today…..

 

With hugs and hope

DTC

 

Move in Day

Once we believe in ourselves, we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight, or any experience that reveals the human spirit.

e. e. cummings

 

Here I am sitting on some mattresses on the floor, a cardboard box end table and two sleepy pooches.  It has been a journey getting here, but here I am.

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A few days ago, I decided to get sick again and spent 8 hours at the ER, just to tell me my electrolytes and iron was still low and they gave me some nausea meds for the tummy.  Slept for 3 hours and went to work.  Only because they are remodeling my store and I am not scheduled for the next 2 weekends.

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When I finally got home, I slept for 12 hours straight.  The next day…..

I just knew if I got a good night’s rest I would be back to my old stubborn self and would be able to move my stuff to the apartment all by myself, just like no biggie-   Wrong answer.

I drove my son to work so I could use the car, checked out the apartment and proceeded to unload the car to make room for my stuff.  Now, the apartment is on the second floor, so here I am carrying one 15 lb. bowling ball up the stairs like it’s a sack of 100 pound potatoes.  I knew right then, this was a bad idea.  I barely got the car unloaded and cleaned up; I was done for the day.

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I decided to utilize my time and wait to pick up my son, to go shopping at the Goodwill.  Yay!  I found some super finds on pots and pans that fit right in with my décor plan for our humble abode.  Since, I was given so much stuff that belonged to my mother, that were post-depression era, which suits the 1960’s apartment building just fine.

By the time I finished my shopping and picked up my son from the bowling alley, I was pretty much spent.  My brain short-circuited hours ago, and I don’t really remember much after that.  Between my brother and my son, about a third of my stuff got transported to the new place.  I did remember to grab the poochies.

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I struggled laying  the mattresses on the floor and some bedding.  As I was getting ready for bed, this is when I noticed I had no charger or toothbrush.  I found my curling iron and the dogs grooming sheers, so I can curl my hair and shave the dogs’ hineys…..but at this point I really didn’t care.  I made it!

Among random boxes, I did find a clock radio with an IPod dock, so I can at least trickle charge my 4s.

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I did get to make my first home cooked meal in my apartment; Chicken and rice soup.  And as soon as I find my bath bomb, I am breaking in the bathtub.

Until next time,

Hugs and Hope

Stories We Tell

The way people come into your life when you need them, it’s wonderful and it happens in so many ways. It’s like having an angel. Somebody comes along and helps you get right.

 Stevie Ray Vaughan

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So today I was working a double shift at a Tom Thumb handing out my lovely samples of food product.   It was some soda the first half and chicken and rice the second half, which was my 3 day of sampling chicken.  Please don’t make me do chicken and rice any more.

There was a gentleman in the store that visited me for a bit and continued to converse with me; because I have that personality that is so easy going (I must, because I never meet a stranger).  Anyway, this man, Tom, happened to be a drummer and lived in this area his whole life.

He went on to tell me when he was in Junior High and High School, he went to the same  school as Stevie Ray and he was in a band with him in Junior High.   Now, I know what you’re thinking- it crossed my mind too.  Yes, he was trying to flirt with me, but little did he know, I am a writer and guess what?  What a great story!  I did politely decline his offer, but, here I am, writing.  Bad punctuation and all

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Born on October 3, 1954 in Dallas, Texas, Stevie Ray Vaughan played guitar as a child and became lead singer for the Texas band Double Trouble, which led to work with David Bowie and Jackson Browne. Vaughan had hit albums with his band before the 1989 release of In Step, for which he earned a Grammy. He also recorded with his brother Jimmy. Vaughan died in a late night helicopter crash on August 27, 1990, at 35.

Inspired by his older brother Jimmie’s guitar playing, Stevie picked up his first guitar at the age of 10, a plastic Sears toy that he loved to strum. With an exceptional ear, (Stevie never learned to read sheet music) Stevie taught himself to play the blues by the time he’d reached high school, testing his stage skills at a Dallas club any chance he could.

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Well into his junior year, Vaughan had already played with several garage bands. But lacking any kind of academic drive, Stevie struggled to stay in school. Following a brief enrollment at an alternative arts program sponsored by Southern Methodist University, Stevie dropped out of school, moved to Austin and concentrated on making a living as a musician. To make ends meet, Vaughan collected soda and beer bottles for money and couch-surfed at various friends’ houses. The rest of the time he was playing music, jumping in-and-out of various bands that had semi-regular gigs in the Austin area.

In 1975, Vaughan and a few others formed Triple Threat. After some reshuffling, the group was renamed Double Trouble, inspired by an Otis Rush song. With Vaughan on lead vocals, the group developed a strong fan base throughout Texas. Eventually their popularity spread outside the Lone Star State. In 1982, the group caught the attention of Mick Jagger, who invited them to play at a private party in New York City. That same year, Double Trouble performed at the Montreux Blues & Jazz Festival in Switzerland.

While there, Vaughan’s musical abilities caught the attention of David Bowie, who asked the musician to play on his upcoming album, Let’s Dance. With some commercial viability behind them, Vaughan and his band mates were signed to a record deal with Epic, where they were put in the capable hands of legendary musician and producer, John Hammond, Sr.

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Whether or not my new friend actually went to school with Stevie in Oak Cliff or not; one can only speculate,  but, what a nice tribute to a talented musician from Texas.

Info on Stevie Ray Vaughan was acquired from biography.com

 

 

You’ve Come a Long Way, Baby

 

A slogan from my childhood past, but, seemed fitting. I have come a long way. From living in fear with a narcopath, to building myself back up and discovering and growing into who I should’ve been all along. I have read some of my posts from the last year and I really notice the changes within myself and my surroundings.

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I have been spending a lot of time lately, reflecting, and according to Astrology  when we are in a Mercury Retrograde, we tend to go deep within ourselves and reflect, discover and purge. I don’t know that much about it, but, it seems we have been in a Retrograde a LOT and it certainly affects me!

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I am proud of myself; if it is okay to be. I know we should always be humble, but, I think it is also good to be proud of our accomplishments. Whatever they may be, big or small.
So, to the alcoholic that is 30 days sober, be proud!
To the musician that learned a new chord, be proud!
To the college student that aced an exam, be proud!
And to the person that overcame a bad situation, be proud!

 

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I feel a sense of renewal today. I feel like climbing out of the retrograde and exploring new things. ( Maybe because I have been home too long and I have cabin fever! )
There are so many things to explore, whether it is a new territory or even in books of knowledge, and i am a firm believer in never being afraid to explore or learn new things. Once you stop, that is when your mind and body get old.

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So, today I am going to go outside and explore new flowers blooming in the neighborhood, and then I am going to do some more exploring within myself.

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Oh, I have always loved Barbie’s growing up and apparently still do!  Your welcome!

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Count Fritzula The Tuxedo Cat

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Count Fritz was no ordinary Count, he had the usual markings of a Tuxedo but with a little more. He had fangs like that of a proud Fritzula and his razor sharp claws were as pristine as the finest of kitty claws. Fritzula was also very proud of his 22lb stance. Lady Mama Wife would watch in awe as he strutted his stuff around the castle. But, a heed of caution, don’t ever make mention of his shorter than average manly tail; it would only crush this Count Fritzula’s kitty ego.

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Count was very proud of his Man King and would make sure all the duties of watching over The Great Wise Elder were executed with the utmost importance. Fritzula, knew this was of the highest honor of all Tuxedo Cats, and was grateful for this responsibility.
Count Fritz also knew the importance of taking care of Man King. Man King would over work and forget to rest and push himself too hard. It was Fritzula’s noble duty to demand rest of the Man King. Once Man King was in his King Resting Chair, and only then, could Count relax and spend time with Lady Mama Wife. Lady Mama Wife was Man King’s Lady Queen, but being the Count that Fritz was, didn’t realize the difference between a Fritz and a she-man and would sit on the floor with Lady Mama Wife and let her rub his Tuxedo Chest. This pleased the Count, and he would guard and protect her as only a Count Fritz the Tuxedo Cat could.

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Count woke up from his Tuxedo Cat slumber one morning when he didn’t hear the great chimes marking the time to tend to The Wise Elder, and knew something wasn’t right. Man King had to travel to the far away, leaving Count Fritz in charge of the castle. Fritz knew immediately the importance of this task; he was responsible for the safety of The Great Wise Elder. Lady Mama Wife would come to relieve the Count, but only for a small time and Count Fritz would be saddened by her departure.

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This was a much larger task for The Tuxedo Cat with Fangs, and he was having unpleasant thoughts for Man King, and immediately felt much shame. Count Fritz could not understand why Man King left he and Lady Mama Wife alone in the castle and upon his return, Man King would surely get a licking from the Count!

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Napping by the Orange giver of food on a warm spring day, letting the sun warm his Tuxedo Coat while dreaming of Lady Mama Wife rubbing his manly Tuxedo chest; Count Fritz with Fangs heard the familiar sound of footsteps and knew right away Man King had returned from his important journey.
Fritz ran down the massive winding stair case to the great opening that led to the outer beyond and welcomed Man King the only way a Count Fritz the Tuxedo Cat could. Fritz graciously praised Lady Mama Wife for bringing Man King back home, and all was happy again for Count Fritz the Tuxedo Cat with Fangs.

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More adventures of Count Fritzula are coming soon!