it’s so not that much
but at least it’s something, right?
we all need some shoes
About three months ago I went crazy and gutted my closet. Tons of clothes and shoes went into garbage bags and were whisked away to Goodwill (because I got lost trying to find the women’s shelter and no one would answer the phone, and I know it’s not their fault, but I still feel guilty for not taking my stuff to the women’s shelter.)
I just went through everything again and managed to get two more bags of clothes to send to Katrina refugees (why do I hate saying "refugees"? Why is is so hard for me to type it and say it? It isn’t that I don’t believe the US could have refugees, because deep down I’ve always believed the US to ALREADY have refugees – people who can’t afford food and shelter and diapers because they can’t fucking make a living wage even though they have two jobs and a goddamned bus pass to get them around town. The same people who can’t evacuate during a mandatory evacuation because THEY HAVE NO TRANSPORTATION. But I digress. I don’t know why it’s hard for me to mouth or type "refugees" but it is hard.)
So I got together my clothes, I stole some of my hubby’s clothes, I took some of the wee one’s clothes, I tossed in my sneakers and a baby sun hat for good measure and I hope everything is on its way to helping out some folks. I wish it could be more. But it is what it is.
And the wee one is so pissed at me, because every time I see him I nearly smother him with hugs and kisses and sneaky tears because he is so lucky – we are all so lucky – to be where we are.