Adventures at the visit center...

     The girls have visits with bio every week. Let me just tell you that the place we take the girls for visits is a horrible area. It's dirty, there are a lot of homeless people and the office is also home to drug rehab classes and other social services. The visit center is near a courthouse and about fifty bail bonds offices. Need I say more? Well let me just tell you about tonight's adventures.

     First I people watched. There was the guy pushing a barrel marked "chemicals, danger" in a baby stroller. The barrel was filled with his personal effects. The baby stroller looked to be in good condition and I wondered if a nearby porch was missing it. There were the women wearing what appeared to be tank tops as skirts (I tried to take a picture) with nails longer than my hair. I saw a women get off the bus, leave her BABY and then go back on the bus to get the stroller. Why do I think this should have been done in reverse order? Perhaps the guy who appeared to be dealing drugs at the bus stop? Maybe.

     As if the visit center wasn't bad enough I had a homeless man follow me to my car when I visited a nearby antique shop. He held my car door open until I used every curse word I could think of (God forgive me) to get him to back away before driving off. Oh yes, visit days are something I dread. On the up side, I have six more days until I have to go back. This is just part of the fostering world.