A Season of Hope…
Thanksgiving 2024
For nearly a quarter of a Century, my Holidays, along
with every day of the year, were spent on the streets, where
every day, regardless of the day or date, turns into “Just
another day”. And though, this year, they are still just
days, nothing meaningful, it is not on the streets.
This is first time spent indoors.
No, I have no one to share it with or have any
plans to be with anyone, meet anywhere and
I have not been invited anywhere, but I am
grateful to be off the streets, no matter how
temporary it may be, reflecting and
drawing up memories of love.
I will be Spending the day quietly with
Abby, Paul’s mixed breed dog. So we’ll walk
and have a Girl’s day. She loves her walks,
something she begs and pleads with
me to take her on.
The elderly gentleman I have been caring
for is currently in the hospital because I cannot
lift him. He kept falling and was unable
to get up and use the bathroom without great
help to do so. But Paul is keeping me on
at the house, for the time being.
His dad is apparently doing fine, according
to Paul and is in rehab working to be able
to get up and use the bathroom on his own.
I do not know where things are going from here…
or how long I will be there. I do not know if his dad
will be returning back to the house or not. But I
cannot lift him. He is dead weight. So, if he is
unable to get up on his own and be able to use the
bathroom on his own, he will not be coming back.
And where does that leave me? Back to the streets?
A prospect I dread. But I’m trying to keep my
hopes high and pray for the best for all.
Focus on the Good.
Being grateful to have a roof over my head
this year, especially as the weather turns. Grateful
to have mobility and a vehicle that is safe and running
well. I am grateful for the breathing space and time
away from the streets. I am grateful to have a bed
to lay on a few minutes here and there.
There will be no celebrations, not here, anyway.
No decorations. The only decoration is the
Vase of Flowers I got for the house on
my birthday. The flowers and stems are
dead, but I keep them there in the room
between the kitchen and garage.
Looking to add more flowers to it.
Like some fresh roses from the front yard,
coming up along the driveway and right
in front of the back gate. Noticed some
beauties blooming that would brighten the
place and offer a focal point of gratitude.
I know it will be much more challenging this
time around, if I am forced back to the streets;
with a much smaller vehicle, less space. But I
will adapt. And continue to breathe, or remind
myself to breathe and take another step
forward, moment by moment.
But focusing on the good, and I am Thankful for the
reprieve off the streets, having a roof over my
head, a room with a door that I can close and a
place to just Breathe for a moment.
Thanksgiving 2024
