Saturday, January 4, 2014
I wake up early and decide to go outside for some fresh air. I then decide to go for a short walk, just to the corner. But I keep walking until I reach a running track. A couple of football jocks are already jogging around the track and I step out onto it, in spite of my blurry vision. I should have put in my lenses but I didn't and now I'm out there, walking on the track. I realize that I probably should just turn back around and retrace my steps which shouldn't be too difficult. I can run my hands along the wire fence which has patches of fur caught in the wire. I reach a break in the fence and step out, following the well worn path through the grass towards the street. I see some streetlights ahead so I know I'm heading in the right direction. Only the path is becoming more narrow and the grass is getting taller until I am literally wading through the dew damp grass, with no indication of a path, simply following the lights ahead. I eventually reach a street and see a bus that's pulled to a stop. I go to where people are getting off, greeting one another. I realize that this bus has driven former prisoners home and that the women greeting the men are lovers, sisters, mothers. I watch one young woman telling her brother about their family and I go through my pockets to see what I have--a key and a $20 bill. I figure I can't have walked very long and that I have enough money to ask someone to drive me home. I figure the couple I've been observing may be my best bet so I go to the young woman and explain that I am lost but that I can't be far from where I live because I walked from there and I haven't been walking very long. She admits she does not own a car but she has a friend who might be able to help. I'm relieved but also a little worried because I'm putting my trust in people I don't know, who might see this as an opportunity to steal from me. I mention that I have a child at home, a 2-year-old. But, as I am talking, I mention being a grandmother of a 6-year-old. Because I can't keep my story straight, now they don't know if they can trust me.
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