It was such a warm and glorious day Friday. Mother Nature decided to take it away from us yesterday evening with cold, gusty, and blustery winds and a bone chilling cold upon the air. The weather in the South can be so fickle. It tried to spit rain for most of the day and the gloomy pall of a grey overcast sky hung heavy upon my shoulders. This time of the year always depresses me and gives me the funks.
I slept for eight hours yesterday and six hours tonight no doubt in part to the gloomy weather. I guess I am catching up on my recent sleep deficit as well. I could actually go back to bed again, but want to sleep well tonight. I am also obsessed with rebuilding my blog archives and giving every post organizing labels so that has spurred me awake as well at 6:30 AM with a task in mind.
George is desperately and busily trying to rebuild his taxi cab service clientele with a revoked license. I saw him and several of the gang as I had walked down to the shopping center to buy a pack of cheese on wheat crackers and chocolate milk late yesterday afternoon. George motioned for me to come and sit in his car.
“Brotha, you ain’t got twenty dollars I could borrow for gas?” He asked.
“Drive us down to Fat Albert’s and I will fill it up,” I replied.
We drove the few short blocks to Albert’s and I swiped my Visa debit card through the gas pump reader and we filled up George’s car. The total was $37 dollars.
“I will pay you back tomorrow,” George said and I can trust him to do so.
“I saw Ferret today,” George then said as we drove back up to the shopping center.
“How did he look?” I asked inquisitively.
“He’s gained a lot of weight and had on new clothes and shoes,” George replied. “But it didn’t last long.”
“Why?” I asked.
“He’s moved back out of his mother’s house and the rumor is he is back to living in his tent by the river,” George replied.
“I knew that shit with him and his mother wouldn’t work,” I said. “Was he drinking?”
“He wasn’t when I saw him, but he will be soon,” George replied.
“Man, maybe we can get him back into that group home for homeless men,” I said. “Does he have an income this time?”
“Yeah, he be getting disability,” George replied.
“Well, that will make his life much more simple,” I said.
“He said yesterday that if it wasn’t for you, he would have never gotten that disability,” George said.
“Hell, all I did was print him out the forms and showed him what to write and coached him through it and then mailed it,” I replied with an air of modesty.
“Well, he wants to see you and thank you,” George said.
I have missed Ferret very much, but hated to hear such bad news. I knew deep in my heart that the living arrangement with his mother wouldn’t work out though. Maybe I will make a quick jaunt down into the woods to Ferret’s old homeless stomping grounds and see how he is doing and if he needs anything. I do take solace in that he has a stable income now and I hope he has the sense to keep up with all the paperwork social security will no doubt send him on a regular basis.
Well, let me get some breakfast started and then call Carolyn to get her up and ready for work. She has had a bad habit of sleeping through her alarm clock lately. We’ve had a few mornings where she has been late to work lately. Good day.