Working on our book....
From our Eye of the Tent Series, while living in Courthouse Park, Seattle, June 18,2014
Up off the ground. We have a bed now. We've been sleeping on the floor, on a mat our neighbor loaned us. We got the mattress from Share House and we have to get a board to put between that and the frame. I slept on the ground a lot homeless, as it turns out, after all of it, when I add up the nights. The ground in shelters, the ground in the woods, on the street, then weekly motel beds during the transition. But not a bed that was my own for four years. The most interesting bed I slept on was in the main shelter at DESC. The bunks. The famous bunks. Friends died in those bunks. And one night, we all conspired to sing a song from Grease when it was time for mat check. There were three mat checks in the main shelter, typically. It changes and I don't know what the protocol is presently. But even with all the mat checks, death is a reality in those dorms.
The yellow card issued by DESC
I don't liken the experience in shelters to a concentration camp, if I can avoid it, because I don't want to be disrespectful to survivors or victims of the Holocaust. There is a similarity, though. Just this morning, J and I saw a news piece about the camps, about the confiscation of people's belongings and that's exactly what goes on in the shelters. That and what can usually only be called a little better than gruel to eat. Really. And I have friends who are not well enough to leave there. There was a time when I was too sick to leave there.
I want to go back, have to go back, to change things. I want to change things or close those doors forever.
Notes on Transience, Robin Sneed
(compendium to Safewire and Uber Counter Cookbook)