Having an off day and really wanted to send this. But restrained because it wasn’t worth it. Broken record apologies get old quick. Why apologize for things outside of your control.
Victoria’s Secret: the “Impulse Tower Replenish Cart.” This just made my night.
As I walk at nigh from Ms. Harley’s to my parents I think a lot. There are approximately 246 paces from her door to my parents door. Not exactly what one would consider the safest part of town. I have never understood why some people get scared when they see a sketchy individual walking towards them or behind them. It’s like you automatically assume their bad.
I always walk with a slow and casual walk sometimes just a stroll without a care in the world but I always am aware of my surroundings. It bothers me when I meet people who would never come to my parents part of town. It gets old dealing with people doesn’t matter the race, that like to blame someone. You have white people that feel black people are the cause of our city being so bad, and you have black people who blame the white people for the problems the city is in.
I tend to lean towards putting the blame on white people (around here) we have a public school system that isn’t the best which has a lot to do with people giving up and not wanting to deal with bad children. You have parts of this town where people refuse to put there children through public school for lack of education. But I’m off topic.
A lot of this has to deal with how I was raised. Being a lower class white family gives one a different out look on life. Never really got to hang around wealthy people or people well off. Didn’t get a whole lot growing up and if it was something substantial I worked cutting yards to come up with the extra money. Was given a car that didn’t run had to buy two other cars and rebuild the engine in one of the donors, eventually had a running vehicle.
My parents sat and scrounged to send me to a private school that might be equivalent to a public school in parts of this city. Being raised by them and the way I was molded me into an independent and self serviced individual. It’s also taught me to treat everyone the same no matter how they are or look. I am also a very giving person, but lately I start to wonder if I could just leave it all.
Not wanting to deal with my city and how people live I’m ready to just leave. If it wasn’t for Ms. Harley I’d be gone. Working on my Masters degree is just a time filler because I do not want to start working for a company to just up and quit when Ms. Harley is gone. She has become one of the best friends I’ve ever had and an important person in my life that’s not family.
So Ms. Harley (98) was having a hard time with her T.V. remote and her handheld house phone. So I went out and bought some paint markers and color coded the buttons she would need to use, needless to say she can operate things a lot better now after having a little lesson on what everything does and was for.