Still Saturday
9.28.2019
9.28.2019
Noon
This mornings conversation illuminated circumstances even worse than my refugee friends had indicated initially, though they were bad enough then. Everything in these poor folks life has been gathering consequences for decades and I can not figure out how to help them. It's rather like trying to unravel a big ball of yarn you thought was just a little length, only to discover the entanglement have been knotted and crossed again and again into a giant sphere. She claims the landlords (big corporation and notoriously mean) stole all her paper work proof by entering the apartment when she wasn't there (a year ago) and that the courts don't have any record of her three times there since November because "These people are all connected". Also, no lawyer she has tried for could defend her because someone in their various firms had the landlord as client. Also, her bank won't give her more than a years worth of records. She has not got them. She has been to the City Housing Department and given paperwork to get shelter, cash and legal aid, but "They lost the paperwork" three times See what I mean?
Impossible predicament.
Impossible predicament.
3 p.m.
After three hours of chaos, Mother (X) has left and will not be back till at least 7 p.m. Those hours were spent following her from place to place, picking up after her, her packing and unpacking bags and bags looking for stuff, answering a request to charge her devices, make a second pot of coffee, find a toothbrush, clear the bath for her, etc (there's more). Finally, by phoning the son on his cell (she lost hers), I found out that the guy in Queens where the son (Y) is being housed "indefinitely" can not take cats. No animals allowed. So a new solution has to be found in order for me to relieve my neighbors of caring for what now looks like weeks and 'who-knows' to get the housing situation solved. One good thing however, he will let her stay and will give them storage space. That will be arranged possibly tomorrow. Apparently the Queens friend is connected by family to folks with apartments and he gets a trust fund as well as works. He will, it is thought, help them in that regard. She, the Mother is working and expects money Tuesday and again Wednesday. This is good (perhaps). Experience has shown me nothing is true till it happens. Unfortunately, since she seems to lose everything, I dare not give her keys, so I have to be here to facilitate access whenever she needs it. In my defense, I'm raveled-up in knots myself and doing the best I can under the circumstance. In her defense, so is she. We do not hate each other-yet. The energy here in these rooms is like an imminent storm, not breaking but not moving on.
I left to get some chores and errands done and the first thing I noticed was this homeless fellow covered in flies.
The last thing I noted was this lovely shop
~*~
Sunday
9.29.2019
1:30 a.m.
From around 7 p.m. last night to now we were both here in the apartment, had some heated conversations and avoided fighting. I ate something. She wouldn't eat. We sort of watched a movie on channel 13 (half focused). On two separate occasions we each took walks to get away from each other. I walked around several blocks silently repeating the four vows. Now she's in the loft and soon I'll lay down. Her son is supposed to phone in the morning to come gather her belongings and take them to Queens. She will stay one more night here (probably) then move on. The Queens friend is also searching for someone to foster the two cats.
To be Continued
~*~
After three hours of chaos, Mother (X) has left and will not be back till at least 7 p.m. Those hours were spent following her from place to place, picking up after her, her packing and unpacking bags and bags looking for stuff, answering a request to charge her devices, make a second pot of coffee, find a toothbrush, clear the bath for her, etc (there's more). Finally, by phoning the son on his cell (she lost hers), I found out that the guy in Queens where the son (Y) is being housed "indefinitely" can not take cats. No animals allowed. So a new solution has to be found in order for me to relieve my neighbors of caring for what now looks like weeks and 'who-knows' to get the housing situation solved. One good thing however, he will let her stay and will give them storage space. That will be arranged possibly tomorrow. Apparently the Queens friend is connected by family to folks with apartments and he gets a trust fund as well as works. He will, it is thought, help them in that regard. She, the Mother is working and expects money Tuesday and again Wednesday. This is good (perhaps). Experience has shown me nothing is true till it happens. Unfortunately, since she seems to lose everything, I dare not give her keys, so I have to be here to facilitate access whenever she needs it. In my defense, I'm raveled-up in knots myself and doing the best I can under the circumstance. In her defense, so is she. We do not hate each other-yet. The energy here in these rooms is like an imminent storm, not breaking but not moving on.
I left to get some chores and errands done and the first thing I noticed was this homeless fellow covered in flies.
The last thing I noted was this lovely shop
~*~Sunday
9.29.2019
1:30 a.m.
From around 7 p.m. last night to now we were both here in the apartment, had some heated conversations and avoided fighting. I ate something. She wouldn't eat. We sort of watched a movie on channel 13 (half focused). On two separate occasions we each took walks to get away from each other. I walked around several blocks silently repeating the four vows. Now she's in the loft and soon I'll lay down. Her son is supposed to phone in the morning to come gather her belongings and take them to Queens. She will stay one more night here (probably) then move on. The Queens friend is also searching for someone to foster the two cats.
To be Continued
~*~
2 comments:
(((Michelle)))
Geez, I ope you both find some peace soon.
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