lucky

This morning as Matt was getting dressed for work, he was complaining about having to wear so many layers, he can barely move when he's working - he works mostly outside.  And then he looked out our frosted bedroom window and stated that at least he doesn't have to sleep out there.  Every year we talk about Maverick, a young man in town who is homeless, and from what my husband can put together, its by choice.  He sees Maverick on a regular basis, hauling cans in for money.  He either is walking or riding a bike.  All the guys Matt works with have offered him rides, or to take him for lunch etc.  Maverick always declines, he doesn't say much but is always polite and he's always clean.  Matt figures he must go to the salvation army for showers and meals, we know roughly where he lives (outside), he's in his twenties/thirties we think.  Maverick is only one of the "regular" homeless in this town.  Where Matt works he sees most of them on a fairly regular basis.  He and the guys get worried when somone doesn't show up for a while, especially in our Minnesota winters.
 
Matt then was telling me that this morning one of our girls told him how lucky she was, and he agreed and said how lucky all of us are.  Then he quietly laughed and said it was too bad that our girls only have one outfit a piece, but at least they take turns wearing them.....meaning one girl wears an outfit 2-3 days in a row then she switches with her sister, same outfits - different girl ;0)  Our girls have more clothes than they could possibly ever wear, but they still tend to go in streaks of wearing the same thing for many weeks until it is nasty, then they switch to something else.  They obsess about how they look in that particular outfit, we figure someone at school, a teacher or student must have made a comment about how nice they looked in it, so that's all they wear.  I guess if that's all we need to fret about, its not worth the energy, we know eventually someone will make a comment and they'll do the switch a roo.