Wanting to check the actual location of a place I need to be tomorrow, and craving a few grocery items, I decided to head downtown this afternoon. It was an interesting time on the city sidewalks.
I tried a new BART stop, thinking this might be closer to my final destination than the Powell station where I normally get off for downtown. It really wasn’t any closer, and it took me through more crazy streets than I really want to traverse. Oh, I don’t mind; it reminds me of teaching in the inner city high school, but if I can avoid it, I will. I also had to go by the federal courthouse where there was a crazy protest going on about Proposition 8, California’s marriage amendment. I will not get started on that. Please don’t ask, don’t tell.
After checking my destination and noting the time it took to get there, I continued on my way. (Yes, it is my OCD that makes me do these trial runs; I cannot be late to anything.) Three different people or groups, going in the opposite direction, were either discussing on the phone or with their companion the difficulty of finding housing. One gentleman, with few teeth, was telling someone on the other end of his cell phone that there was no senior housing at all and he didn’t know where he was going to live. Another man was asking his buddies if he could use their SRO room (single resident occupant) in one of the hotels nearby. A younger man, better dressed, was lamenting to his walking partner that he didn’t have this kind of trouble finding an apartment in DC. I gave thanks to God for the tiny apartment and a place to lay my head and then asked God to provide for these people.
Outside of Whole Foods, on the sidewalk, was a group of young people, old enough to know better, but younger than 30, trading bites of the food they had just purchased. Come on, guys, move out of the way to have your picnic lunch.
Heading back towards home after making my small purchase at Whole Foods, I turned and took a little different route than I usually do when walking home. Not paying attention to the ground, I stumbled on a rough spot of concrete and took a tumble. Fortunately I didn’t fall, catching myself, but losing my shoe. Two well dressed business men behind me said something about suing the city. Nope, the city is broke and I’m not.