...is, apparently, a Québécoise named Linda...or so says Pierre, a homeless man I've met a couple times. In his drunken state, I think he actually believed that I might be lying to him and that I really WAS Linda. He mentioned something about me causing him a lot of problems in Barcelona and told me that I played the accordion. Fascinating. I should have asked him if she looks like Tori Spelling.
Today flew by, though, as always, I didn't feel like I did much. I got up and went to class, but it was canceled, so I ran some errands, came home, ate lunch, took a nap (which was supposed to be an hour and turned into 2...I'm going to have to ban naps because I am incapable of taking short ones, and they further mess up my sleeping schedule), and then went to volunteer.
First, I want to talk about lunch because it was fantastic. I made a bowl of lentils flavored with chicken bouillon and then added a little avocado and crème fraîche (like sour cream only better). It was freaking delicious. I've still been craving sweets, but I am starting to enjoy this diet business. I want to make something with sweet potatoes. I love sweet potatoes. And my mom gave me some money so I can afford meat and fresh vegetables. I only bought tofu and an avocado for now, but I'm looking forward to spending it on something delicious.
So, I volunteer a couple times a month taking hot drinks (coffee, tea, soup) to the homeless, but that is only a pretext to talk to them. I wasn't sure if I liked it at first, but I'm really starting to enjoy it. There are the "regulars" that we all know, and they like to talk. It has been good for me. Before, I was the person that avoided eye contact, uncomfortable and embarrassed for not giving money. But what they complain about most is not people who don't give, but rather those that don't say hi or those that tell them to get a job. They have problems (that go beyond just getting a job), but they are still humans. I know that sounds really obvious, but somehow along the way, I kind of forgot that. And I suspect that I'm not the only one.
Monday, February 1, 2010
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Those DAMNED Quebecoise!
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