My mind was preoccupied by Jay last night. I worried about where he went. Hubby thought I should have tried to get him help. I disagree because there was nothing about Jay that made it necessary to get him immediate help. Most people would not have picked up there was something wrong with him. He never admitted to being homeless. He did not ask for help. I think I did all I could do. I let him have a rest and get warm. I gave him coffee. I gave him money and directions to get food. If he did not buy the food, nothing I can do about it. He did not come off as a druggie or drinker. His appearance was well kept. He mentioned that is important to him. That he did not want to be perceived as sloppy. Now it is a story without an ending. I guess all of my encounters are that way. His story is one that is too close to home and a bit haunting.
I can tell time by the trains now. I don't hear every train. Not because I can't. The tracks are across the street from my shop. I am able to block out sounds. There have been four trains today. I only noticed two.
It is a sunny day. I love sitting at the table by the window on days like this. The sun is so warm. There is not always things to keep me busy. That is when I read and play on the computer. Not good for the body. I sit too much. Starting today, I am periodically getting up and walking laps in my shop. Sure, it will look crazy. Has to be done!
Hope Jay made it to Bloomington. Hope his cousin took him in. Wish he really would get to attend culinary school. Sigh!
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