Between Carolyn last night and Ferret this morning, I think everyone close to me and in my life is crying and upset these days. From moody homeless men to jealous girlfriends, I just can’t seem to win.
Ferret was crying when I walked through the woods to the clearing where he has pitched his tent early this morning. He quickly wiped his face and tried to hide it, but it was obvious he had been crying. It didn’t help that it was a brutally cold morning with a very heavy frost upon the land; miserable conditions to be sitting out in the woods with only a fire and sleeping bag to keep warm.
“You okay?” I asked not quite sure how to react. I had never seen Ferret really get upset before.
“Yeah, I just got something in my eye,” Ferret replied wiping his face.
I stood next to Ferret’s roaring fire to warm my hands.
“Why don’t you come on home with me and get warm,” I said.
“No,” Ferret replied. “I told you I would never impose on you when I got homeless again this time and I mean it.”
“Well, let’s at least walk over to Sarah Jay’s to sit in the warmth and drink some hot coffee.”
“I would rather just be alone right now,” Ferret told me. “Just leave me alone.”
I pulled on my backpack and left Ferret to be by himself. I had had enough of the cold only being out in it an hour or so and couldn’t imagine having to sleep out in it last night. Now, I am going to worry all day that this will be Ferret’s breaking point and he will turn to the bottle once again. I know that feeling of despair that comes from homelessness and that feeling after drinking a few beers and all your problems begin to melt away. All I can do is hope he doesn’t succumb and to be there for a friend if he asks.