Picking Up the Tempo
I got a walking cast day before yesterday, so I am crutch-free. I don’t have health insurance. I keep expecting to get a job and get all that paperwork done.
Maria called Martina Morales, a girl she went to school with who is now a nurse. Maria asked her if she had any used “boots” where she worked. She did, so we went to her clinic, and I got the hard cast cut off and a slightly used walking-cast to wear. Yesterday, I more than made up for two weeks of sitting around. Maria had given me a list of things to get done. She had said, “do what you can,” but I pushed myself to get every last thing done.
I went to Mass. I did the laundry, including sheets and towels. I took the bus to La Perla, where I helped Maria’s uncle paint a house. Sometimes I held the ladder for him. Inside I used a roller to paint two rooms a lime green. With the sixty dollars I earned, I bought groceries on my way home. I cleaned my shower stall with Clorox spray. I put Big Bird on his ring perch and cleaned out his cage. I cooked some ground beef and made tacos. By ten o’clock I lay down to listen to a classical guitar CD by Felix Rodriguez. I don’t know if Maria called or came by later. I was asleep.
Today, I’m sore as hell, but I feel great. If I can keep pushing myself like I did yesterday, I’m pretty sure I can make a life for myself here.