Today is the day that I broke away from Karrie.
Last night was a terrible tip night. It was also a terrible panhandling night for Karrie.
I felt that I could go and sleep somewhere and not worry about having to wake up broke and having someone else's "well-being" on my shoulders and my conscious. I can deal with going without, but to have another person suffering along next to me and to feel impotent in helping, makes me uncomfortable. I guess I am like the cat, who crawls off into the woods to die by itself.
Karrie, also broke, felt that I wouldn't want her to be around, as she wouldn't be able to provide me with anything. She doesn't feel that her company counts as anything, I guess.
Up With The Son
I was up with the sun and read my bible a bit and then meditated. I asked Jesus for strength.
The guy who owns the gallery and gift shop, and who lets us (and let Henry Black before us) sleep on his porch, arrived at his usual hour, just as the sun crests the building across the street and starts to bake us awake.
He must have noticed the absence of Karrie. He said "It looks like you're struggling to wake up this morning." I told him that I was just trying to figure out what was most important to do first "today."
"That's good," he said, and then went inside his store..
Henry Black's nephew, William sleeps under the store. I think they are Christians, he and the store owner, too.
Community Service
I finally pursued the option of doing community service in lieau of paying the 100 dollar fine(s) which I have accrued. More than one of them was myself "taking the rap" for Karrie, when there was an open beer between us. I called the Eagle Lodge and was told to show up there in the evening with my paperwork to do community service, and keep the jailor at a safe distance.
The other option would be to leave St. Augustine and have the fines hanging over my head forever.