American poverty and reality

It's just bugging me...

Today I decided to go bike riding. I have like 10 thousand creative ideas on designing sweaters that I know is just another impulse that's driving me crazy. I can't bear not being outdoors on such nice weather either.  Two days ago I found out that the flat tire on my bike was just from someone deliberately taking the air out rather than a hole, so I put air on the tires and checked..no leaks! 

Yes it may be crazy for pregnant women to ride their bike, but biking is a way of life for me and as long as i can tolerate it and avoid falling we should be good.

So I made sweaters and decaf coffee a reason to go out and take a ride...and the other reason being...

There was a woman selling her baby sling and it was significantly cheaper than the one I bought.  So I told her I would buy it from her in the morning.  I could not meet her cuz I woke up late, so she said her husband will be home all day. So I went over at the address given, and found myself in an unexpected environment.  The only thing that gave me a false assurance of safety was a couple of toys that sat on their window sill.  I peaked to see if there was someone at the back of the house, but there was nobody.  There was only trash burning on the ground.  All the other windows were closed and there were beer cans on the other window sill.  I knocked on the door and then noticed the toy shotgun leaning beside me. I began to wonder what I have gotten myself into. 

I knocked. Someone inside knocked. So i knocked again. And a gruff man opened the door, and at his foot was a baby half-naked, held back by a makeshift baby gate made from a recycled pallet. The inside of the house was dark, untidy and smelled of smoke. I was just shocked at the condition of the baby's environment.  The man told me to wait outside and closed the door.  When he came back he gave me the baby sling.  I didn't even look at its condition, I just handed the money and thanked him, and then I left.

Riding my bike, i was zoning out again...thinking about the baby, and the dark, scary house...there's just this really dark cloud hovering above me, making me uneasy. 

I hope the money i gave them for the baby sling goes to the baby and not to like cigarrettes or beer or drugs...

New Year exhausted

2014 bucket list: get back to writing some some....a daily entry to be exact...

Jan 1- all i did was clean the house, from 6am to 6pm. Because hubby's family decided to come visit on such short notice.

At least I've been forewarned.

Jan 2 - postcleaning hangover, woke up late...damn i'm tired. Still have to go to work later on...

Ugh. Life. 

Shhh. Baby is kicking.