We received this letter written by someone who works on Third Avenue between James and Yesler, in reference to KIRO’s "The Most Dangerous Block in Seattle" segment. It’s an extremely powerful piece that demands compassion, caring, and understanding for the people who make that block their home.
Reposting from a friend of a friend. I thought this was very interesting and well written.
S is squirting himself in the face with one of his bathtub toys and laughing hilariously.
Suddenly, life feels much better.
S: “Now I’m finished!” (Puts cap on pen).
Me: “What did you draw?”
S: “I don’t know yet.
So I came back to the room yesterday and my roommate said “I had a few Pringles. I never eat them, but they just sounded so good.”
Turns out she thought they were my Pringles and was apologizing for eating some. Thing is I never eat Pringles.
So. Where did the half-eaten can of Pringles come from?
On my way to St. Paul. Yay!
So, so tired.
S was up with a fever at 2 am. Just as he was drifting back to sleep at around 3, he touched my cheek and said, “nana, you remind me of you.”
It’s hard leaving my sick boy. But it is good to be going to fall con.
Now I just need my plane to board so I can sleep.
Singing in the shower
S in the tub with his toys right now singing a song he’s made up “we all a family, we all a family …”
Putting stickers on the wall with momma.
S, who has never shown any real attachment to any particular object, has in the past few days latched on to something—a toilet plunger. He cuddles with it at nap time and carries it around calling out (in his best booming voice) “plunger boy!”
Fortunately it’s a brand new clean plunger that we’d bought so that we’d have one in each bathroom.
… Aand so much for being better organized, having a better attitude, and not hating my job.
Oh well. Try again next week?
Great first day of the church year. Almost made me not hate my job. Almost. All set to have a better attitude and be better organized this year. Almost.