The next few days will be very wet, followed by a weekend that will be very cold. I have a pair of everyday flat-heeled boots that I've worn to a nub and am worried that they won't be waterproof enough to carry me through. So I went to DSW and dropped about $60 on a pair of completely serviceable Madden Girl Ruxbens.
On the way over, I came upon a young, fresh-faced young homeless man holding a very large, white tomcat. The cat was looking bored, completely oblivious to all the cars and foot traffic that comes with State Street at lunchtime. I put $2 in the man's cup and then tried not to think about them any more.
I am aware that homelessness is a major, oncoming problem that I can't fix alone. I understand that for every fresh-faced young homeless person I help, I will pass half a dozen more homeless people before I reach my destination.
But here's the thing: I know cats. And for that cat to be so comfortable in this kid's arms, even amidst all the hubbub, he has to be a good egg. So it's haunting me to think of those two, man and cat, outside in the wet and cold this weekend.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.