Mena had an 8:00am WIC appointment, and I was tapped to give her and Mellie a ride today - largely because her ride yesterday was so late, she had her appointment rescheduled.
I'm continually amazed by how much work people have to go through to get support in this country. I understand not wanting to give people a free handout, but we make our various and extremely complex forms of aid so difficult to deal with that getting aid becomes a full-time job - and as a single mother, there is no time left over to, oh, say go to school and get a real job.
So I spent another night at the bar last night.
Apart from a major ad campaign, I'm not sure what can be done about Tuesdays.
As it is, we were looking more like a cyber-cafe. Debbie had her laptop open in the booth next to mine, and a certain number of people gravitated from one booth to the next. At one point Sarah and Paul showed up, and he needs a new bike, so I shopped around on craigslist a bit. We really need to get power to those booths.