Where will I stop?
Who the hell knows?
Apparently not at creating my own blog for...the hell of it. Why not? Is it self-indulgent? Self-aggrandizing? Probably. But who cares? I am in the mood to indulge.
It is less calories than the ice cream I ate three times last week.
And I sure do have the free time on my hands at the moment.
I have now applied to more jobs down here in the Sunshine State than I care to count. I am looking at the guys standing on the medians that run down the center of the chaotic and frightening Route 19, holding those pieces of cardboard with short pleas scribbled across them, and wondering if they are pulling in enough change to buy milk, or bread, or diapers, or...moonshine.
When I went to the Salvation Army store last month to apply for the full-time position posted in the window, they were fresh out of applications, and told me to come back after the three-day holiday weekend was over. I did. As she handed me the app, the woman behind the counter said, "We have them now, but we won't again by the time the day is over." On my way out, after the 20 or so minutes I spent filling out the papers, I saw three more people doing the same.
No salvation to be had. Not yet. And quite likely, not here.
But if I need a pair of used pants, I think I have found the place.
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