Where did they go?

    I started my day out this morning in a pretty decent mood; we took a drive to Salem, Bill, my sister-in-law and I.  We stopped at a McDonald's for a pit stop and a bite to eat and that's when the decency of the day got stomped on.  I was standing at the counter waiting for my biscuit and a rather disheveled looking man came up to the counter and asked if he could get a cup of coffee for his friend.  The ever so charming woman, who didn't even acknowledge me as a customer, rudely said to him, "are you going to pay for it?"
       I didn't hear his reply, but it was pretty obvious he was unable to do that.  I turned from the counter to go to the car for some more money and told him," just a minute, I'll get  you some coffee.  It's a sad day when one human being can't even get a civil reply, much less a f**kng cup of coffee on a cold morning"   I was angry at the way she treated him, it was obvious to me she hadn't missed too many meals, or had to ask for someone to get her a cup of coffee.  I'm no Twiggy, but damn,  I don't flaunt that I have something that someone else doesn't.  I don't have a lot of money, but I share when I can.  She was flat out rude to him, maybe homeless people bother her, maybe it takes away from her talk on the phone time, or try to look busy when one really isn't, time.  I don't know, what her problem was, but apparently the days of kindness and customer service have gone the way of the Edsel. 
      We bought him and his friend each a dollar sandwich and coffee, they thanked us profusely, and we went on our way this morning knowing at least a couple of guys didn't have to start their day with their stomachs growling.
       I intend to contact McDonald's also, I think they should know that they have the wicked witch of the west working in one of their food joints.  I ache for those with less than me, I don't have a lot, but I do have a roof over my head and a bed to sleep in each night.  I don't go hungry, I don't fear for my life each night, and I don't wonder what the hell happened that I worked most of my life and here I am pushing the last of my belongings around in a shopping cart.  Why can't we fix this problem?  Why are there families out there with no where to go?  I see empty buildings all over the place, why will no one step up and say here, here is a place for you until you get on your feet.  Oh politics, yeah, yeah.........sigh, I know, but what about goodness and compassion?  Where did they go?

Early Morning........

         If you weren't up early this morning, this is part of the show that you missed, it was quite lovely.   Early mornings are my favorite part of the day because they belong to just me.  I can go out in the garage, where my quilling supplies are, and step into a cozy, separate other world where no one disturbs me.  No tv blaring, no one demanding something from me, or asking me to do something for them; it gives me time to refresh and revive before anyone else gets up. 
         I sometimes hate being myself, I sometimes feel like salt water taffy, being pulled in half a dozen directions simultaneously.  I hate feeling like the only one that gets anything done, I hate being the motivating force for everything....if I'm not right on top of things, nothing gets done.  Is it that no one wants the responsibility?  Is it that they're just too damn lazy to get up and do for themselves?  Is it that I have made them dependent upon me and now the bill has come due?  I have done that, somewhere back in the past, I guess it seemed to be a good idea.  Now that it's that way all the time, I am hating the whole concept. I'm older and more tired, and feel so much like something is missing from my life.  I think my quilling is about the only thing these days keeping me anchored.  Have you seen it?

        It gives me such pleasure and I'm so glad that years back I made the decision to walk down this path.  I know somewhere out there is a niche for me, all I need to do is find someone that loves it as much as me. 

          Well, as  I am often aught to say,  either get busy livin', or get busy dyin'.  Our lives are what we make them, so only I can change what goes on with me.  Time to start saying no once in a while.  I can't be everything, I can just be me.