12/17
Ralph of ETHEL and I meet to plan
Christmas Eve. This is amazing. For the first time in six years, we will have REAL music on Christmas Eve. A true gift.
Now can we get some people here?
The mumbling man’s name is Eldridge. He’s a frequent visitor at our
sibling Jan Hus over on the eastside. I can guess what’s coming. And am not
disappointed.
Rachelle in her layers and layers
takes off her mittens. Her arthritis gnarled fingers are cracked and bleeding.
We wash off her hands. Slowly wrap band aids around her fingers.
12/18
I learn more about Pat O. He’s not
just a guitar player. Or professor at Columbia. He’s an organizational
consultant. With international clients especially growing field in India. I
share with him the big picture. The nascent community coalition coming together
to develop a strategy to raise the funds to repair the facade, get the
scaffolding down. The commitment of Manhattan president Gale Brewer and our new
Councilmember Helen Rosenthal. And Pat
will help develop a business plan to back us up.
Gregory comes in with that
overingratiating smile. A little too familiar. Keeps promising to pay me back.
Not going to happen.
Rachelle has brought lunch for us
all, a bag of out dated Starbucks’ pastries. Pushing them towards me, one after
the other. No, no. Just work on your cart.
* * * *
One year ago today, Teddy died. We took time last Sunday to share our memories. We lit a candle. We'll light another today. Can't help but think how things might have been different if he were still around. What deal closed earlier. My steps issues easier. And oh, yes, how many mpore laughs. So many more laughs. Damn. Still hurts.
(for the story of that day, see http://west-parkpress.blogspot.com/search?q=teddy+died+today)
For Zejlko's short film on Teddy, see http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5fH-jMpIvTY
* * * *
One year ago today, Teddy died. We took time last Sunday to share our memories. We lit a candle. We'll light another today. Can't help but think how things might have been different if he were still around. What deal closed earlier. My steps issues easier. And oh, yes, how many mpore laughs. So many more laughs. Damn. Still hurts.
(for the story of that day, see http://west-parkpress.blogspot.com/search?q=teddy+died+today)
For Zejlko's short film on Teddy, see http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5fH-jMpIvTY
12/19
We’ve hit that point in the season
where the awareness of expectation, the awareness of superficial plenty,
of heightened consumerism begins to wear
on the people of the streets. Want, need, a sense of almost anger at inequity
pushes people to ask more, demand more.
Eldridge is back. Mumbling. But
this time he’s got a Christmas dinner from somewhere. Wants me to take it. No,
please, no. Soon enough, it’s found someone ready to eat.
Spend most of the day with Sean
and Rachelle. We’ve got to get Sean’s
electric wheel chair out of here. He’s working on it with a screwdriver. I’m racing back and forth
bringing him tools. He’s got an attack. What are we going to do?
Rachelle sleeps most of the day.
She doesn’t look well. Danielle and I unsure what to do. She rouses, very
woozy. I mention the need to see a
doctor. No, no pastor. They’ll cut off my feet, I know they will…I
know what to do. I know what special things
to do. Just need to put my feet up, just need to put them up.
I have absolutely no idea what to
do with her. Had her set up with an appointment. But she said she had something else to do. Was supposed to
go to court, but didn’t do that either.
I’m losing it.
So of course this is when the
board of the Interfaith Assembly comes in to discuss our work on homelessness.
Twenty-five years of living on the edge.
I understand that so completely. But this time feels worse. Like what
we’ve lived through as a church. What’s needed is grassroots organizing. Even
our formerly homeless board members worry about our level of organization.
There is a sense of hope with a
new administration. We’ve got three main policy points: renew the rent subsidy
program, shorten the wait time and move the waiting list line forward and pull a
top group together to build a strategic plan.
Meanwhile I ponder life reduced to
shopping bags, shopping carts. Last
desperate attempts at some degree of order. Of something that is yours, to hold
onto.
It’s that time of year.
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