Sigh...

Restless and weary at the same time. Like I want to be doing something, but all the somethings seems difficult.

Five arrested.

After letting the garage be used for shelter for three consecutive nights the cops came tonight and threatened to arrest anybody who lie down because it would be criminal loitering. Five allies lie down and were arrested. Everybody else walked over to the jail. When I left everybody was still across the street from the jail waiting to see if they were released. Everybody who was arrested is a long-time activist except one girl who is only 18, but made a deliberate decision.

I left my prepared food for those camping outside.

One guy was singing "Lean on Me" and "You've Got a Friend" and made his friend sing with him...

One guy shouted out "Who is my family here?" and someone replied, "That depends if you have a cigarette!"

These guys are a blast.

Tonight I am cold.

I am cold and I am in my house wearing nice, dry clothes and the dryer is running and warming the place up... yet in the parking garage tonight I saw one man wearing flip flops and one man wearing socks with no shoes walking on the wet cement. This is fucking AMERICA, in my beloved city. WHAT THE HELL? I have put on my Facebook page more than once asking people to bring sleeping bags and blankets and NOT ONE person has responded. I bet at least 50% of my local friends have one spare blanket that they never use or could afford to replace with a brand new one if they gave an extra away. I just don't get it.

I don't care how drunk or high these people are. It's not our job to judge them. It's our job to feed them and keep them warm!!!!

Okay - I planned to keep that a private rant, but now I put it on my Facebook page. Maybe I can shame people into helping, even though that is not my usual MO. Sigh. I will probably get embarrassed and take it down in a minute. 

Interesting night..

I went from a party in a fancy house with working and retired academics and artists to a party in the parking garage making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for a drunk with low blood sugar. I was equally uncomfortable in both places, but faked it well. 

Still alive, I promise.

It's late though. It took me while to get on here because my cookies needed reset or enabled to baked or something. I managed to do it finally, so here I am!

Eric is gone this weekend so I hope to write some more.