The old man is snoring. Well, he might be. I can't tell from here.
It's been a busy week at Rancho Troeppl. Seems we hit the ground running on Monday and haven't stopped to take a breath. It's always a busy week for me during parent teacher conferences as I rush to dozens of interpreting appointments all over the district. I feel like a ping pong ball.
Also, are any of you experiencing this? There is a ratty white panel van parked on our street. It's dirty, beat up and now it has a flat tire. As I walk the dog in the morning and evening I don't get a good feeling.
A neighbor called last night to warn me that there is someone living in it.
This isn't the first time this has happened here. There have been cars, mobile homes and trailers that have, for a time, lodged themselves on our street and been called home to the homeless.
Last night as Ashley and I walked Cassie, I told her that this sort of thing just never happened on our street when I was a child in this house. It just didn't. She told me she didn't feel safe here any more and wanted to move back to Shoreline. I told her I'd love to do that too. More than anything. I also told her that things are the same out there as they are here though. People are struggling all over.
There are more people standing on freeway off ramps holding card board signs. More desperate people hanging around outside of grocery stores asking for money or food. I keep a box (or two) of protein bars in my suburban for two reasons: I'm sometimes not able to come home during the day and run from one school to another and they keep me from buying fast food and the other reason is to hand them out to the guys holding the cardboard signs. I can't (won't) give them money but I can give them a little bit of healthy food.
Ah well. I'd better get moving this morning. There's breakfast to be made and kids to be roused from their warm beds.
Oh, and that ratty white panel van? A neighbor called the cops on it to have it towed.