Belongings dumped—Amsterdam Police Station lobby. Woke up cold, hungry, and damp. It had poured all day yesterday and I spent it shivering in the new sleeping bag I just got from Walmart, my second one. It was toasty and warm in the Abandoned House, rating of 10 degrees, but once cold on the inside of…

Abandoned House and Little CD/Radio player I wasn’t going to write, I felt sad after another abusive encounter with cops after I went to church. I had thought that after such a nice sermon, a sunny day of highs in the 50s, and writing for awhile after a nice breakfast, I would try and get…

Amsterdam RiverLink Park 2021 Warmer this morning, highs will be in the 50s all week, which is nice for Upstate NY in November. I went to church and it was another nice sermon I’m grateful I was able to attend. Traveling light and not attaching to things too much. I love our Priest and his…

Woke up at 3am, neighbor next door continues the noise harassment. It’s piercing intervals of electronic buzzing, humming, and gets louder and then quieter; alternating between tempos so you can’t get used to it. I usually wake up, only sleeping a couple hours before it starts again. It was 27 degrees this morning, my little…

https://www.npr.org/2021/10/28/1049910345/kyle-beach-reveals-chicago-blackhawks-coach-assaulted-him It’s another difficult week. I hate when I don’t sleep well, it makes the day even more difficult. The noise harassment has continued at the Abandoned House like all the other places I have tried to live. My ex would always wake me around 3am, I never knew until the end of our 20yr…

Sitting here listening to people go over their Financial portfolio after I went to the gym and finally was able to at least run a mile. I had been training for a 5k before all this started, but became so weak, I was having trouble walking, but now things are getting better. I’m feeling stronger…

      Sprang out of my sleeping bag last night after what sounded like a fog horn to watch a Semi-truck aggressively pull into the space right in front of the park bench, hit the breaks, which jolted it forward in a lurch that seemed like it would jump the curb it dwarfed. My…

I hadn’t thought about my SIL Renee Bayes in a long time. I  had been struggling to survive for awhile now and the last memories of her were too painful. I had put it behind me, as I was often forced to do, but now that I was being stalked again in the same violent…

I sat in Stewart’s, my usual place most mornings now, after sleeping on a bench in the Homeless Veterans Park, watching another row of houses being taken down. The past couple days, watching 7 living trees being killed, on the street below. The beautiful logs being fed into a shredder, the pile of wet, muddy…