Wednesday, March 12, 2014
Hopeful, one pound lighter and the moon
- A woman accosted me at the entrance to the church, asking for money to get home on the bus, so I gave her all my change. My friends inside said she's been hanging out regularly asking for money and that is what she always says. I felt a flash of idiocy and then decided it was OK - I helped someone who is about my age who is not as fortunate as me and just hope she used it to get a hot meal somewhere. And my purse felt about a pound lighter.
- The moon looks beautiful as I leave the meeting. Waxing Gibbous, the internet tells me. I love its bright glow that shines over me as I head for home.