I decided that project life was scary
I put wind chimes in front of all my windows and slept on the couch with a cast iron frying pan underneath.
I don't believe in guns...so that wasn't an option...
but if someone came in my window again, I'd bonk them with a skillet and THEN call the police and pray that they would come remove the fried thief.
The hospital started hinting that maybe Danny just needed to go home on the ventilator he was so dependent on and wanted to know if I thought I could handle it with the help of home nurses and training on all the equipment.
I started to wonder if it was really safe to take a kid with a million medicines and sterile needles and syringes home to the projects?!!
One of the volunteers at the RMH that was doing a shift came in all nervous one night. Lona (who had been the RMH manager since the beginning) asked her what she was uptight about and she made mention that tomorrow was the day that they had to take the applications to make the new Section8 waiting list for Pleasant Run Apartments.
She had explained that the apps were numbered and the new waiting list would be according to which number was on which app that people filled out.
WELL...Lona hollers at me to get outa the bathtub and come listen.
So it was arranged that I get my butt over there FIRST so that my application would be the first one in line.
Pat couldn't cheat or she'd get in trouble...but at least I had the advantage of knowing which day and where to go etc.
I did hop on the bus with my baby in backpack, as people had grown accustomed to seeing me, and got over there early enough to be the first applicant.
It took a couple of weeks, but I was soon called and told that I had an apartment available on 13th and Arlington, in the back, right over the maintenance guys basement.
yaaaay...I get to move out of the project and I did.
It was smaller and it costed more and utilities were separate,
but it was so much safer than Clearstream Gardens.
I moved again...I had to pay those stupid deposits on phone and gas and it was a financial mess since I had only moved 3 or 4 months earlier.
but with Lona and Pat's help I made it
NOW...we could make plans to take Danny home and I felt OK about where I was living.
