Sorry for the delayed post. I've found it tough to settle into a routine. Expect sporadic posting. The song of the day today is "Trouble Weighs a Ton" by Dan Auerbach.
At dinner on Saturday, I sit with the man who is a recovering alcoholic. He caught me when I walked in and asked me some questions about my backpack so I feel like we've established a connection based on our mutual disdain for carrying things and I sit next to him. I've decided to call him Chuck. Another man who I cleaned the kitchen with one morning is at the table. He's a middle aged man who is tall and skinny and has a push broom mustache that covers his top lip and looks like a Ron. Ron is a recent victim of The Doctor's onslaughts of nonsensical verbiage, but he did manage to get some words in while The Doctor caught his breath one morning. He said that he was laid off recently, but is only waiting on a background check before he is hired by another employer. He speaks slow and is unassuming and I feel confident that he will pass the background check. Now, he is telling Chuck about his laptop. He says that he has rented some movies from the library. He lists the titles of them and Pirates of the Caribbean is the only one that Chuck has not seen. They make plans to watch the movie together on Sunday afternoon, and Ron is going to try and find some external speakers at Goodwill so that they will be able to hear. One thing I have learned is that the homeless are both bored and sometimes hopeless. Every little thing is looked forward to. I believe this is why so many of them smoke.
