God has a sense of humor

So said the man who vowed to never return to the cooking job he left at a hotel. He's since had three jobs as a line cook. What a hot, sweaty mess, I can only imagine. I'm standing in at Los Angeles courthouse again, the sixth time in 2010. I think I should just get a part time there. I'm figuring out which times are the least busiest and today it occurred to me to ask. I found that that wednesday and Thursday are the least busiest days according to this woman, and that I should come around lunch time. I'm skeptical but we'll see. As I'm reading the short story that this man wrote about his wife Cristina I can't help but notice similarities between she and I. Cristina has unfinished sentences, drops ideas mid-sentence and often drifts into her own world which her husband appropriately dubbed "Cristinaland" He asks her what is going on? what does that world look like and she just smiles. LOL. That is so me! I want to meet Cristina one day, who by the way is a Roman Catholic. Yay Jesus! I think we would get along just fine. In the middle of meeting this fascinating character I decide I will write a story a day on this blog. As a gift to myself, because I have no audience, and as a gift to my future. Because as I woman I visited today would say " I can only focus on the present, now I don't know what the future holds" I too don't know what the future holds, so I can only present these words as a testament of right now 3:01 AM to be exact having just finished Mr. Stringer's story and hoping to God I make my 9 AM appointment to collect another story. Then making sure I have enough time to pass out flyers to the community and spread the word as much as I can about the event. Which I clinging on to God and hope for dear life, that every thing will work itself out. Note to self I must do the backwards plan. Until tomorrow, a story a day will keep hope alive. I leave me with a beautiful quote I came across in my community developmet class at LA Trade Tech today (given by the Rev. MLK J in 1963) mind me I remixed it a bit check it: "This is our hope. This is the faith with which I return to [South Central] With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope"

(ps my image of hope for the day is my great aunt inda who always manages to be alive and well everytime i visit el salvador" she has a platnium heart and though has very little gives me the world and treats me like a queen. last time i got a stomach virus and she nursed me to wellness. i slept like a baby in her beautiful casita de barro. dirt floors and in her grandaugthers old crib" As weak and helpless as I felt i was literally a 22 year old baby. I'm glad tia inda was there to see me through!