I slept on the upper deck of the hospital garage yesterday. I
had to park between cars and not at the edges of the lot where the security
cameras are. I really didn't want to park BETWEEN cars because I’m not sure if people would see me as they came and went during the
night.
I woke up this morning and started to sit up in the back seat when I
realized that there were no cars (like 6 empty spaces) between me and the
security camera. I froze. If I sat up, would someone on the camera see me? I
laid back and dozed for another hour. I had time. It was a good sleep. Finally,
I woke up and said, “Oh, well. Gotta take my chances.” I got out of the car
from the passenger door and got into the driver’s seat. It’s not that I thought
someone would come running out saying, “Hey, you! Did you sleep in that car?
That’s not allowed!” I just don’t want security guards to be put on alert for a
Honda with my color and tag number so they’re waiting for me the next time I
come by - hopefully tomorrow night.
Yesterday, I paid off an account that had been sent to
collections. Today I put my student loan on forbearance for 3 more months. I
paid on an overdue credit card bill, and I called a doctor’s office to dispute
charges on another bill. So when my phone rang and I didn’t recognize the
number, I was tempted to let it go to voice mail since it might be a bill collector.
However, I couldn't think of who it could be since I had just acted on so many
accounts. I answered the phone.
I’m so glad I did. It was Steve a former neighbor from
Baltimore where I used to live. His wife and my fiancée died within a year of
each other. He and his wife are beautiful spirits. It was good to hear his
voice again after maybe 4-5 years. I didn’t have his number anymore since I’m
on my 3rd cell phone since the last time I talked to Steve. The last
two crashed with my phone numbers in them.
I don’t know if he would have left a message, but a thing like debt could have kept me from answering his call. Debt can interrupt relationships.
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