narcoleptic fullness and pubs

Wow ppl. Did I just have a great day or what?! So full of stuff- lovely.

It started out with me rolling out of bed at 8- after maybe 6 hours sleep. I met Judy in the Leverrett courtyard and we walked to the Cambridge Multi-Service Center where we attended this really cool monthly meeting of service providers in the city. On the way over there we bumped into a guest of ours who had just left the shelter the evening before (left for awesome things! :)). He was selling Spare Change newspapers and tried to get us to take free copies, but I insisted he keep them. (more on him later)

Pretty much everyone I had spoken with on the phone for different things for the shelter all summer was there. The first presentation was about MassHealth coverage reform and I pretty much nodded off in the middle of it. I wasn't too interested, but that wasn't really the issue- I just couldn't stay awake in a sitting position. After the third belly poke from Judy I decided to just stand up.

*Interruption: Dance Break- David Bowie's Queen Bitch- hooah!

K- So then there was a neat presentation about government system change being slow like a turtle and the lady presenting skillfully managed a potentially inflammatory situation with a client who was in attendance who had grievances about one of the shelters in the city. She even was able to credit him for making good points and tie his ideas into her own talk- impressive. Then on the way out I made a good contact with someone who I think can help one of our shelter guests out big time so that was a nice feeling.

Next, to a nice little café, to watch Judy tune out completely into a thesis zone while I read Foucault and drew her unwitting face in my sketchpad. (Did I mention that I've been keeping a sketchpad this summer? I am- nothing too impressive yet, but it's muscle flexing.) Stayed for another hour alone and had the brilliant idea of turning around to face sunlight strewn Mass Ave- brilliant. Then I had grilled cheese lunch with Rachel Bergmann one of our supervisors who is mega cool- (Josh you know her from Unilu maybe?), then met Sarah Satinover who is visiting in Cambridge for the weekend since Netivot, the Hillel Israel trip Josh was supposed to be on right now, was cancelled. We watched this funny, and, may I say, unskilled rower, get stuck in the shore. I can't remember the last time I saw an oarsman call for help like that. There was also a mysterious object floating just beneath the river's surface- or so it seemed.

Did some work at PBHA, managed a fundraising fiasco, and met a Judy to open the shelter with the dented white van. On the way to the van, we bumped into yet another one of our success story guests from earlier this summer. I was really proud of him because he had very maturely confronted someone who had taken advantage of him, and it seems, might have gotten himself into a really cool alternative, religious, farming, communal livingish type program for the next year- the place sounds like a pseudo hippie, commune, dojo- it's perfect for him.

Arrived a bit late to the shelter- only 4 guests left, but we spent the evening rather productively with each of them and not all the discussions/issues were that simple. The guest we met earlier this morning stopped by during dinner to pick up the rest of his stuff. It was one of the most emotional moments of the program. I really wished that I had a camera for it.

Some background. I love this guy. I call him Elmo, when no one's listening. He's amazing! SO sweet and grateful. He has more gratitude than - just about anyone. I can't speak with him, or even write this without welling up with some deep emotion- pride, awe, love- just - wow. He got so much out of the program, the rules were common sense to him and it was laughable that we had to have him sign them to begin with. He sounds like someone who must not have had that much to deal with, but he has actually dealt with some of the most serious issues of anyone in the shelter all summer. He knew what he stood to loose during this time and it was substantive for him. He's fragile and looks it sometimes. He's missing most of his two front teeth. And through it all he's had resilience of steel and a heart of gold.

Line of the evening came when I was getting him some toiletries to take with him to the long term transitional program he's heading to. He took some shaving cream and razors, some soap, etc. Then when I offered him some toothbrushes, he said "what do I need a toothbrush for? I've got no teeth!" and started to cackle- quite contagiously too as soon after Judy and I were soon yipping in straights right along with him. He gave me a big bear hug before he left- stringy and breakable as he seems.

After some laughs in Leverrett with my roommates I returned something from Judy to Talya at her apartment on my way to meeting my friend Shimon at a bar. We went to The Cellar- a really fun bar on the way to Central Square with fun bluegrass/ country/ funnish music. Shimon is one of the guys who I lived with in the apartment earlier this summer and it was really nice to catch up with him.

And now- to bed- and coffee with Michael Simon (Tegan's favorite stalker and Hillel's director of programming) in the morning. I love busy days when I can handle them- nothing fazed me today and I feel really satisfied.

To the Big Apple and Back

I'm actually writing this on the bus back from New York. Kind of funny since I won't be posting this for hours. My mom and step dad (Iz) came up to the city for a wedding, so I took the opportunity to come down and it was a grand reunion. I stayed with my sister Leah in her apartment at 99^th and Riverside- wow- when I'm older and have a paycheck- I want a place like that too.

When I arrived she had neglected to leave me a key under the matt per our usual, so I ended up talking with the building super and storing stuff in a laundry closet until her return. Friday morning I was slow to rise, and then headed down to 75^th see my parents. I traipsed around for a bit with my mom, had coffee, and then we squeezed our way into the grocery that is Fairway. Man that place is intense! You need to fend other shoppers off like predators. It didn't help that we kept forgetting to buy things that we needed for Shabbat lunch the next day and so had to make a few return trips. By the last trip around 3pm, it felt more like laser-tag than shopping.

We had Shabbat dinner in Leah's apartment. She had bought almost everything for fear of having to cook in her apartment during the heat wave. By the way- it is ridiculously hot! Queens lost power for a week because of it. It was a real shame since I would have enjoyed cooking with her. Meh. Shabbos morning we headed to services at this funky minyan (prayer service) called Darchei Noam. They have a very minimal division between men and women in the room- a bit above waist height and also the curtain opens up funny on both sides of the middle table so as to allow men and women equal access to all the action at the center. While the service is orthodox, they maximize women's participation in the service by having them lead everything that they legally can- including being called to read from the Torah. This week was a good week for us to got there since the portion of the Torah that is read contains the 10 commandments and the Shema and my sister was honored with the Aliyah (blessing before a particular reading where you get to go to the center and stand at the table next to the reader and look and feel all special) that has the 10 commandments in it that everyone stands up for- pretty cool. Darchei Noam also has a great reputation for having amazing singing, but I was a bit disappointed on that front unfortunately.

We had a quick lunch in my parents' hotel room and then headed out to the Natural History Museum which we had bought tickets for the day before. Wow- that place is awesome. There's a giant sperm whale that hangs from the ceiling over you, they have the first discovered T- Rex skull- very cool. They also have tons and tons of stuffed dead animals- which are really weird granted, but cool too in the sense that we don't do that very much any more- so you can kind of reflect on the museum makers and what they were doing exactly. We also went to this exhibit on Darwin that showcased a lot of his personal artifacts. It was cool, but seemed to turn into idol worship about half way through. I understand showing gratitude, but this thing made him into, savior, lone genius, and selfless martyr all wrapped into one. We do the strangest things to our heroes.

So after an evening of wandering and apple pie, I'm on my way back to Bean town where shelter politics, staff and house meetings, and 10 more days of awesomeness await. (Where the hell did my summer go?)

Candy and other insanity

phew-

We're in high gear for our biggest fundraiser of the summer. We're selling candygrams in the back of Annenberg for a week and then door dropping them to summer high school students. That means we're postering the yard and that I'm going to have the amazing temptation to eat all of our candy before we deliver it all week. mmmm. candy! This also means that I get to deal with amazingly zealous high-schoolers all week. yay!

We also might have an in for one of our guests at a great transitional program in Cambridge this week. The only issue is who to give the spot to- not an easy question since they might not all be interested and if they are there is more than one qualified applicant = semi- pickle for Judy and I. Also, realizing this week that we don't have adequate addiction counseling in place to advise us has been really frustrating. It's not an issue I enjoy dealig with on the fly, though I made an inspired call to a particular service provider in the area who has been an incredible help and inspiration. So yeah- I'm learning.

Also today- HUGE HUGE grant application due by the end of the day- ACK! It should be alright, but I'm anxious about it.

This week has also been really difficult on another level entirely. I have a friend who needs a lot of help, but isn't able to accept it from anyone. This week I've told him that though I want to be there for him, I can't be the only resource he takes advantage of. The whole thing has put me under a lot of strain and I don't know whether this tough love stance is best for him or not, only that I can't be responsible for him alone when the stakes are so high. Grrr.

In simple terms- it feels like I may be losing a best friend for a while and that sucks big time. I feel pretty helpless about the situation.

TRALALA!