Saturday, April 4, 2009


A few days ago I tried to go to the library with Asher but it was closed. (Silly Jamie, how could you forget about Cesar Chavez Day??) So we walked across the street to the Santa Barbara Courthouse. Asher loved it, but we kept running into homeless people. They were in every nook and cranny of that place! I think we saw three sleeping folks and at least three just sitting around. While running errands the same day I saw a record amount of homeless people in the afternoon. (In the morning State Street has a ratio of about 80% homeless to 20% other, but by afternoon the ratio is usually down to 5% homeless.)

I feel sorry for the homeless. I try to give them food and change whenever I can. Of course, I am also frightened by most homeless people too. There is something about them that just doesn't seem quite safe or consistent. You know, I feel like they might change from smiling and grateful human beings into cussing, scary monsters. They also have pretty bad hygiene, which is another reason I keep my rendezvouses with them on the short side. This might seem cruel, but a lot of times homeless people remind me of zombies.

Which reminds me, my husband discovered a terrible book. It is another remake of Pride and Prejudice, and this time they have really gone too far.
"It is a truth universally acknowledged that a zombie in possession of brains must be in want of more brains."?!?


Logan said...

Cool book! It looks much more interesting than the original.

T-Ray said...

Ha ha ha!!! Gross! That is a disturbing book. But I have to agree with you on the homeless people. I usually have the same thoughts.

jamie hixon said...

Logan, I can always count on you.