i love t-dot.

I love the fringe society. Today a street person (and friend) gave me a bottle of water-- cold water-- for no reason. On the streets, water is a precious, precious commodity. In the summer, you won't die of starvation-- you'll die of dehydration. I need to start taking lessons on generosity and sacrificial love from my friend. I wish I knew his name. He knows mine.

Besides drinking water (no alcoholic beverages until August 7 for me since I signed a contract), I had the most glorious weekend ever. Mostly because I ate fresh cherries from the outdoor fruit market across the road while I sauntered down the streets of Toronto with my staff. And because I bought lots of sweat-shop-free clothes and some thrift shop pants. And because I had a picnic while watching a Shakespeare play (A Comedy of Errors).

It ended with me accidentally throwing my purse into the washing machine (it was hidden under 4 industrial-washer-sized loads of laundry) . Unfortunately my cell phone was also in that purse. Oh well. C'est la vie.

she's back.

The plastic bag lady has snuck into the church every day for the last 2 weeks, at least twice a day. Today, she was especially daring-- she stopped stealing bagels and upped her culinary tastes to include bacon. Not satisfied with the bacon, she asked me for the cheese I was in the process of eating. I think she put another bag in her mouth. It looks fresher-- not quite as mangled and chewed up. I'm not sure how she eats. She only has one tooth (that has rotted and nearly fallen out) and her mouth is full of plastic bag. If she can't eat, I see no reason for her to be stealing our food.