Today I am thankful for ideas that spring from circumstances.
Now, I'm going to qualify with the following -
Homeless sweeps do more harm than good.
This bitchy witchy believes that there is a special place in Hades for the politicians who recommend them. Typically those politicians are the ones who raise taxes to fund public-private partnerships promising to help homeless people
but the help is not forthcoming.
This is an idea born from a joint homeless sweep conducted by the Cities of Denver and Englewood.
There is an old woman -
homeless and living in her RV -
who planted food for herself and others to eat -
the Denver police decimated her garden and stole her property.
My understanding is that she still has her RV (but no money for gasoline).
I don't know this woman or I'd send her some gas money.
I was told of her story
and realized just how I can honor my religion while helping these people.
I'd like to buy several acres of property in the middle of nowhere to start a commune for homeless people to grow crops and live.
If I can pull this off, I could literally make the idiotic Denver Mayor a tad bit happier by lessening the problem.
Years ago, I had a dream I owned a charity called Hestia's Hearth.
Hestia is the beautiful goddess of a loving home. She gave up her seat in the pantheon so that Dionysus could join the other Gods on Mount Olympus.
She is also the goddess of the state.
So....I'm going to pray that she helps me find a means to make this happen in a way that will not garner the ire of the government.
*****
My goal was to visit the homeless today.
I couldn't do that.
I bought $285 worth of supplies and a wagon to carry it in. My aim was to go to Cherry Creek State Park to find the plot that Dennis the Menace allegedly set on fire to run off an alleged homeless addict.
But.....
I got hungry and started to snack on some chocolate covered espresso beans given to me by my daughters for mother's day.
Well....they were chocolate covered peanuts.
I'm deathly allergic.
I spent most of the night sitting on my couch popping Benadryl like candy.
Damn it.....
Sometimes the best of plans can be laid to waste with stupidity.
*****
In my isolation, I realized that I'm lucky to be single.
I imagined what would happen if my non-existent husband would have found the receipts .
What would a guy say if he saw that I spent $200 on men's shoes?
Would he think I wore them?
Would he want to see them?
Would he think I was having an affair?
Yeah....I'm glad I'm single.
I definitely have a problem buying shoes. In the past, the shoes were for me.
Now, they are for everyone else.
Love ya,
S.