I live at the top of one of the longest streets in the old city center. I have never gone down the whole street, the furthest ( farthest ?) I go is across the street from the big butt cathedral, where I dump my garbage in one of those underground containers, a privilege which is quite pricey, but they do have *garbage police* here, who sort out illegally dumped rubbish and there is quite a fine if you are caught.
I do know – rumor has it- that there is some sortof *residence* for the * socially challenged* members of the old city, somewhere wa-a-y down the street, far, far away from me. I live in an *A* location, she said smugly.
I still cannot walk very far at all without taking a short rest-the-foot break. I do very short term goals. I went to the supermarket today. Rest. Walk. Rest. Walk- you get the idea. On my third rest on the way home, I was looking around and saw this middle-aged, perhaps elderly woman rooting through a garbage bin. It is the sort of bin one finds in a city, aluminum colored, meant to scarf up used hankies and bubble gum wrappers. Not an atomic bin at all.
So I am sitting there, resting the foot, hiding behind my Jackie O glasses, and she is just rooting around in that bin. Then she found something and ate it ! It was across the street from a snack shop ( and also by where The Boy works). She was not gaunt. But I had rested the foot and was off to my next target. Once there, resting the foot, I saw her once again- rooting through another bin and finding a snack.
I saw her once more, doing the same. There is a bin really rather close to my door, I was tempted to hang out for a while,however it was really warm and I just opened my door and went upstairs.
Been There, Saw That.