It’s a race between me and the pope with regards to ending at the end of the month. He’s quitting and I’m just taking a break. I also do not have a child molestation scandal, nor was I ever a member of the Hitler Youth. He’s getting more press that is for sure, but I will probably live longer so I win. And in the extra credit category I am butcher (meaning more butch) than old lady Benedict, with points to me for not wearing taffeta or Prada shoes. And let’s face it- I am much better looking than it is.
Today was a letdown. Where yesterday I had an interview scheduled, only to have it canceled and rescheduled for today, today turned out to be a wash out. Bobby Bennett from Bellview Consultants set the whole thing up and then dismantled it right before my eyes. Bobby Bennett is a bit of a flake and quite possibly a big fat liar. But since he is supposedly in my corner I will give him the benefit of the doubt. It was a good gig dangling in front of me and exactly what I was looking for.
Working in the Health Department for New York City, specifically in the air department. It seems my time at the cigar shack had paid off and though I never wrote about my extracurricular work with the bankers next door it did look good on the resume. T’is a pity that the cigar shack never asked my opinion as to who to talk to in the bank, I could have saved them some problems. The reason I write about this now is since this is flat lining on Thursday, what do I have to lose? Of course it could all be a lie but not a threat.
Today I was out and about- the staff at the bibliothèque were pulling for me with regards to the interview that never happened. A walk to the nearby supermarket put me in contact with a 78 year old woman named Sylvia. We talked about how the other supermarket was better but this one was closer. She had a few items and no grocery cart and since I was right behind her on the line I offered to help her bring her groceries home. She lived a few blocks away and I live just around the block but I did not mind.
I had nothing else to do really. I had my groceries and helped carry hers. We had a nice talk, about Sandy of course. She almost took an apartment on the first floor and thought better of it, and it proved to be the correct decision since when the storm surge hit, the first floor was inundated with water and she would have lost everything. It was a nice walk and I was quite happy to be able to help out a neighbor who needed some assistance. I actually do it often but I rarely write about it. She’s a Lady
Today is just an ugly day. It started out cold with snow, then cold with damp and now cold with rain. I was outside exactly one time, no need to go out again. IT’s been an antsy day, watching the laundry dry on the racks, not letting it pile up into a mountain, but instead having a little hill instead, which was much easier to manage. And the weather suits my state of mind. All my outdoor activities were a trip to the bibliothèque, to the dry cleaners to drop off hangers and the supermarket where people were generally inconsiderate and vacant. I did run into people I know, which was good.
It was the times when no one was around that I found myself muttering under my breath as I walked the streets. No more texts from Shlomo and his gang of cigar store Zionists. It was nice of Israel to give me that can of kerosene and a box of wooden matches that night at the bridge. The bibliothèque was quite a shelter for those coming in from the rain and snow and cold. From there it was to drop off the coat hangers and then to the supermarket which with each passing day gets more annoyingly mismanaged.
Last night Bill came home after spending the day with his mother. She’s not doing so well and Bill tries to go see her every chance he gets. Since he only drove the bus on Friday, he was free on Saturday and Sunday. Saturday we watched Lincoln and Sunday he watched his mother. I was out and about for a little while yesterday but mainly stayed indoors. Bill came home in time to watch an awards program that he voted in and of course every time someone he voted for won, a cheerful yell was heard in the apartment.
He went to bed soon after that, around 10:00 and I of course stayed up watching the news before I too went to bed. Slept soundly I think and woke up with anxiousness in my mind. With each passing minute the anxiety made itself known and that is why muttering under my breath when outside seemed to help, and I was able to control it when talking to friends that I saw. It was those moments alone when the butterflies in my stomach made their presence known in my gut and in my mind which I sometimes confuse.
I’m sure everything will be alright, can’t do nothing about the past and tomorrow isn’t here yet and I am sure there are things I can better fill the present with than anxiety. Bill just came home and I can focus on him instead. I have Kindle on my tablet and finished reading Diane Keaton’s memoir, titled Then Again. It’s about Diane Keaton and it’s also about her mother, going through her mother’s papers and writing after she had passed away. It was a good read and if you like Diane Keaton you will probably like it a lot.
I did use Google Analytics again. It’s been awhile and I was able to see that one person from Bayside was online reading stories that seemed to involved a certain friend of mine from the recording studio days. It was addictive as I read what they were reading for a few minutes and tried to figure out what it was they were looking for. I enjoyed it, for a few minutes I watching someone else read what I wrote. Sort of like looking over their shoulder as they read. And when they stopped reading, so did I. Sexthinkone