Oh dear. Nancy, you are never allowed to yard sale by yourself sans thyroid medicine ever again. To cheer you up, I will tell you all about my visit to the East Side Health District, where ~ 55,000 people who make not even close to poverty-level income live, and how it is this jewel in a desert of boarded-up houses and prostitutes. The nurses and social workers love their job, and they do some seriously good work. I saw healthy and happy babies. I saw whole grains and fresh fruits and veggies going on the WIC program. Breastfeeding is initiated by 50% of the moms there now. Lead is bring eradicated. Hispanics have a thriving (and delicious-remind me to take you there) restaurant, right next to the prostitue hotel. There is hope, my sad friend. Yes, poverty is awful. Yes, we have a lot of it right here. But you can be poor and be healthy and happy. Look at how many wealthy people you know who are miserable. This is why I don't yardsale by myself. It IS depressing, going through someone else's cast-offs. You need your zany friend (sensible, practical, and calm if we are talking about Samantha) to point out the absuridty in our silly hobby. By the way, I saw Matt running. At first, I thought his black sock thingie was a prosthesis and I was all, "Oh, look at that sweet, handicapped man! Running with his prosthesis! What a way to get back at 'em!" And then I saw it was him and I was all, "What the HECK is he wearing?!" There. I hope that made you smile.
Oh. Something else. I think I made up a new word, a la Bush's "truthiness". (Or was that Stephen Colbert?) Here it is: respectiful. It means tongue-in-cheek respect. What do you think?
Oh dear. Nancy, you are never allowed to yard sale by yourself sans thyroid medicine ever again. To cheer you up, I will tell you all about my visit to the East Side Health District, where ~ 55,000 people who make not even close to poverty-level income live, and how it is this jewel in a desert of boarded-up houses and prostitutes. The nurses and social workers love their job, and they do some seriously good work. I saw healthy and happy babies. I saw whole grains and fresh fruits and veggies going on the WIC program. Breastfeeding is initiated by 50% of the moms there now. Lead is bring eradicated. Hispanics have a thriving (and delicious-remind me to take you there) restaurant, right next to the prostitue hotel. There is hope, my sad friend. Yes, poverty is awful. Yes, we have a lot of it right here. But you can be poor and be healthy and happy. Look at how many wealthy people you know who are miserable.
ReplyDeleteThis is why I don't yardsale by myself. It IS depressing, going through someone else's cast-offs. You need your zany friend (sensible, practical, and calm if we are talking about Samantha) to point out the absuridty in our silly hobby.
By the way, I saw Matt running. At first, I thought his black sock thingie was a prosthesis and I was all, "Oh, look at that sweet, handicapped man! Running with his prosthesis! What a way to get back at 'em!" And then I saw it was him and I was all, "What the HECK is he wearing?!" There. I hope that made you smile.
Oh. Something else. I think I made up a new word, a la Bush's "truthiness". (Or was that Stephen Colbert?) Here it is: respectiful. It means tongue-in-cheek respect. What do you think?
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