I’m getting a crash course in homelessness here.

If I don’t have enough to pay my bills, I’m stressed out. Andy was alone in her tent and had nothing. No double cheeseburger and a shake at Macdonald’s.  No coffee at Delaney’s. No bandaids and Advil. Nothing.

And in a tent that was wet inside and out. I’d be a blithering idiot if I chose to hang around the Blue Marble under those circumstances. Take me home, country roads. To the place I belong.

I’m writing at 7 am. Notifications of news are popping by. Shootings in DC.  Three people dead in NYC building collapse. Everywhere chaos and sorrow, just the way the deep state wants it. They’re tearing down and Trump is building up.

And we are building up here, as well.

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Because she was going to be in the vicinity, we’d arranged a meet-up at Delaney’s, near me.   We were going to begin discussing our plan in both its long-term contours and short-term. But she’s in too much pain from her rheumatoid arthritis to venture out today.

I can appreciate that she might just like some time, alone, in a warm, dry bed. I would after what she’s just been through.

She mentioned looking at one apartment that’s just up the hill from me in what’s called Davie Village. THAT would be convenient. But expensive – $2100 a month. So she has enough for just rent, for only two months. Nothing else.

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This is the winter of my discontent. The sun of prosperity will banish the clouds, whenever it arrives, I grant, but that doesn’t help managing things between now and then.

Meanwhile, Andy is getting a six-hour drip designed to raise her iron levels, which are way low. The BnB she’s in doesn’t have a proper fridge, only a microwave and a hotel coffeemaker. Andy, with her arthritis, has to walk several blocks to the nearest store. So not much chance at present of proper nutrition.

This is not going to be a quick turn-around, despite how well meaning Andy is – and you are. Med beds will make all the difference. But they are fast joining NESARA and the Reval as things which continually seem to recede into the distance.  I just pray that med beds come in time to turn Andy’s various health problems around.

Having a companion, even if he is a pitbull who strikes fear into others, must go a long way to providing her with a sense of “family” through these times. I for one don’t want to separate them. He may be all that’s holding her here. And I remind myself that there are pet beds too, which will erase his trauma as well.

If you wish to contribute to Andi’s recovery and return to employment (or education), head on over to Go Fund Me, with our undying gratitude:

Go-Fund-Me: https://tinyurl.com/67kuyyd8