Shelter from the storm
A friend left their husband.
Paid cash for a Duplex in a gov’t project. Kevin and I have been making the house livable. It had been unoccupied for 8 years. The backyard had been reclaimed by mother nature.
The utility company had trimmed the Mature trees for the power lines running through the project and just let the Limbs? drop (we are talking limbs that are 24″ in diameter) With poison Ivy and Poison oak. The backyard is not much bigger than a postage stamp and had bottles in paper bags and condoms and other cast offs.
When my friend turned on the water all the pipes burst.
We pulled up the carpet. Trashed the airconditioners. Mopped the walls and painted the ceilings.
After a month my friend has hot water now.
She said it was a blessing.
I left a wheel barrow out and didn’t lock it in the shed. It is now gone. She left her car unlocked one night and her Laundry money dissappeared. Friends that helped her move left Bag Chairs out. They dissappeared. I told her welcome to the project.
But my friend has learned Hot Water and a place to sleep.
She has found shelter in the storm.
There’s something so feminine about a mandolin
So don’t put on any airs when you are down on Rue Morgue avenue.
“She said it was a blessing”…………..
One persons blessing is another persons curse …….I do not doubt it was a blessing in this case Roscoe…….
The projects have always been bad…but it is better than the streets…..
I think she is blessed as well to have friends like yourself to help her out ya know …after all that in and of itself has always been a blessing…..
Thanks for this blog my friend….you know it just might open some peoples eyes to gratefulness as well.
😉
DL
:love: Roscoe? This is so awesome.