Meaning Well...I swear it.

I have bad luck in recent weeks. It equals out somehow but it seems to be getting worse.

Walking to the bus one day I spotted a bathroom mirror on the side of the road near the sidewalk. My first thought was, why couldn't they place it by the pick up boxes for the thrift stores, on the other side of the street. My second thought was some kid is just going to come and break it. So me being me, I went to pick it up to move it across the street and it immediately slipped out of my hand. My fingers, it was heavier than I thought.

It cracked and broke in two pieces. Small shards of glass falling to the sidewalk. It was terrible. All I could think about what damnit...eight years of bad luck for doing a good deed. *sigh*

I was walking along and saw some garbage near the can but not in it. A homeless guy thanked me for doing my part.

Every day I try and put at least one piece of garbage in a can.

I've gotten into an argument with a good friend because I tend to clean up after myself. He says, people get paid for it. I'm taking their job away from them by cleaning up after myself. I understand his point, I also understand that if everyone left their stuff around then those people would not be paid enough to clean up after everyone. I like doing my part and I told him so.

I have decided to house sit this month and not ask for help with my girls. It makes for a long commute but I earn some good money doing it.

Yesterday heading back to Kerrisdale on the bus I noted we had stopped a little longer than usual at the intersection. It turns out that the bus driver and most of the people on the bus were watching three guys. Two beating the other up. I went to the front of the bus and asked if he could call someone, as my cell had died. He said and who would I call. I asked him to let me off.

I didn't think other than if I can get there I can get a description and stop what 's going on. I ran to the end of the block and two guys were yelling at them to stop. I saw the two you were "beating" and got a good look at them. Went across the street to where someone was on a radio and we spoke. He took down my descriptions, matched them with his and we waited for the Police to arrive. He said that they wouldn't be there for a bit as this happens all the time down there. WTF? I didn't want to be in the area too long after dark and miss another bus so I made sure he had all my information and I had to leave.

I caught the next bus and all I could think about was those people watching and not doing anything. My doing something and then nothing going to be done because it happens all the time. It is very disconcerting.

I do believe in karma and giving is getting and it will come back to you. I wish more people felt that way.

Then the negativity that still surrounds us from the Riots last July wouldn't still be hanging about.