Thursday, March 27, 2008

Lemme Guess...

It must be the day after welfare wednesday, 'cause I've seen the fire truck go by about 4 times today.
Also, I saw an old acquaintance working out on our corner last night.

I wanted to make her a plate of chicken curry to go, but she took off down the street before I could get it together.

le sigh.

Saturday, March 22, 2008

Somebody's knocking at the door....

Somebody's ringin' the bell.

You know the tune, and what with the Private Natural Gas Vendors and the Missionaries on the march, it's the song I've been singing lately.
The Jehovah's Witnesses were by the other day.
I must have been out, or occupied, because my husband saw them from afar and was trying to call and warn me.
Also, the bloody BC Liberals shoved something through my door.
As if......

But even weirder, was the God Graffiti I found directly out front of my door today.
I must say that this is a first, and I was initially creeped out, but now I am amused.
I don't think it was the woman I've dubbed "the witch", whom I have a photo of, but would rather not post.....but I doubt that she would get down on the ground to scrawl that.
She usually just walks up to my front door, looks up towards the rickity roof of my porch and stares. It is most unusual. But in a neighbourhood where some of the patrons wear aluminum foil helmets, there really isn't much that surprises me.

I did a google search on "limb of God" as if that might offer up some clues, but mostly all I found were sites devoted to talking about why God never heals missing limbs etc. Interesting, but not something I have time to explore at present.

I wonder if google will produce anything on "Limbo of God"? Sounds more fun definitely.

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Honesty at what cost?

Yesterday, the ladies went downtown to do some shopping.
Springtime means a new lipgloss, you know, girl stuff.
We had lunch out and got on the bus with our parcels.

The bus stop at Abbott and Hastings was particularly grim, as per usual. I saw a guy buy dope and then his scabby girl came up and promptly punched him in the arm and started arguing with the dealer. These were 2 people dressed like any other 20 somethings, except they were covered in scabs, emaciated, and without much control of their muscles, jerking back and forth etc. It was tough to take.

Of course my 4 year old asks, "why is that person punching that other person"?
What can I say except, "those are crazy people honey".

I fear for the future. I wonder how Vancouver will clean up this heinous mess by the Olympics. Maybe finally things will change. I also worry about how desensitized we have all become.
These are human beings.