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Saturday, September 25, 2021

The long way home

Funny how random things can spark your memory.  Things long forgotten, maybe not important but....memorable.

Why in the world did I remember this?  Was it people on Facebook posting about concerts? (Things I could rarely afford)  Was it others just popping up songs from "my" era?  

Anyway...way back when I was a struggling working "goil" in New York City...a medical secretary, something I was hoping to educate myself out of, but that didn't happen....I took a walk on a beautiful autumn afternoon.  I had nothing else to do.  Just a walk, to enjoy the "window shopping" and the sunshine and crisp autumn air.

I walked all the way from 93rd Street down to Rockefeller Center, which was not a feat for me back in those days.  I'm talking about the late 70s.

Something was going on.....I saw a sign, I saw them setting up....Rupert Holmes.  Rupert Holmes!!!!  He was going to sing in the Center....in front of "Mercury"...where the ice rink is set up every winter.  I was aware of him, I was sort of a fan, I guess....I had an album.  

So, I decided...damn it!...I am going to DO this!!!  I sat down in the cafe right by the stage...as near as one could get....I got handed a "menu".....and the least expensive thing I could get was single glass of wine.  Even that was a stretch for me at the time...six dollars!!!!  My guess is that would translate to about 18 nowadays.  For a single glass of wine.  Fuck it.  I did it.  I asked first if it was alright that that was all I ordered.  Since it was the middle of the day and there was virtually no one else there...they let me get away with it.  (And yes, six dollars, for me, at that time, was a serious amount of money to blow).

In retrospect, I think that was my very first "concert."  I nursed the wine as long as I possibly could.  It was a long time ago and no one rushed me, no one was rude.  Kind of amazing.  I got to listen to someone I knew from the radio and records...in person!  Right there!!!  I was thrilled.

I was a little nervous about "blowing away" the money.....but, really....the experience and the memory were worth it.  

And the funny thing is, it is mine alone.  I was completely by myself the entire time, the entire day, other than for my cats waiting for me at home.  Sometimes I lament that people with whom I shared cherished memories are gone, either from death or circumstance.  Ultimately, I realize you don't  need someone else to value your favorite recollections. They are all yours, always,


Rupert Holmes - Long Way Home - YouTube

Tuesday, September 7, 2021

You're starting to criticize everything I do.....

 Imagine.....imagine you move into a new (to you) home.  You make improvements, not only to your home, in and of itself, but to the "common" area.   

There is no legal, binding agreement...it is not a "condominium"...but there is a shared courtyard, just outside your door on the ground floor.  The walls have cracks and stains.  The ceramic floor is dirty.  The courtyard is empty, except for lights that go on, if necessary, when a button is pushed by the front door.

So imagine that you find out that YOU pay for the lights everytime someone uses them.  Not just you, but everyone else in the building.  The building has four apartments.  You pay every time someone turns on those lights.  Even though there is a window at the top of the stairwell, and plenty of light shines in on sunny days, certain people turn the lights on needlessly nevertheless.  On your dime.  Why?  Who knows?  It was set up that way and who knows why....??

Imagine that you decide to rehab the cortile, on your own dime, as a choice.  Get the walls replastered and cleaned up.  Add a couple of benches not only for seating but for packages left by delivery people.  And you decide to add some additional lighting of your own, but only you can turn them on. 

Imagine you get the courtyard cleaned up.  When was it ever cleaned last?  Impossible to say...but you hire someone to really clean it, with actual soap and water and get the tiles clean and shiny  and beautiful again. 

You are approached by a workman to refurbish your historical, ancient wooden door, which you do without hesitation.

You add live plants outside and fake ones inside (the courtyard is enclosed...not enough light or heat for plants to survive)...besides the benches and a couple of pictures of the local countryside. You have had other people tell you how nice the courtyard is now.  You have had neighbors join you in the courtyard for a holiday drink.  

BUT...there are part-time occupants of ONE apartment.  One quarter of the occupants of the building.  These people complain about EVERYTHING.  Everything...everything, anything, everything.  

There was a box of white decorative stones under one of the benches at one point.  The stones were for the plants, obviously...decorative stones.  The box was "a problem,"  Seriously???  It's UNDER the bench, in no one's way...unobtrusive.  Non va bene.   Fine.  We took the box away, although we were not done with it.

You are feeding cats in the courtyard, you should feed them outside.  Really?  You think so?  The MAYOR of the town, via my veterinarian, said to feed them inside.  Cleaner, safer and no one..no one, can tell you not to, because it is YOUR courtyard, not a public space. "Oh.....va bene."

There are ants outside.  Do you have ants outside? We have ants outside in the warm months.  There are ants everywhere outside, in the piazzetta, in the bricks, on the freaking balcony that is seven stories high...there are ants because ....there are ants.  It's nature.  We do not have any ants in the house or in the courtyard.  "These ants are a problem"  Really?  What do you want me to do about it?  There are ants everywhere.  For pity's sake.

Aaaaannnnd now....we have a runner in the courtyard.  A carpet runner.  We had three in the winter months not only to catch water and dirt but for traction (ceramic gets slippery when wet).  Well, golly gee, this runner is yet another damned problem.  It's "dirty."  It's dirty?  Yeah...the old lady on the first floor often brings out her leaky garbage and leaves stains.  The street has bird poop and sand and dirt and cigarettes and food debris and you know what?  That leaves stains too!!! Yeah!  And what's more is...those stains and wet spots are NOT on the ceramic, but in this little runner.  It is keeping the courtyard, as a whole, cleaner.  It is keeping the crazy old lady from falling and cracking her head open on the ceramic tile.  You don't like it?  Oh, golly, that's so, so, too fucking bad. 

We are the "foreigners." These people, who do not live here full time, but only visit occasionally from Milan...I assume because of family ties.....feel that they are superior to us.  They do nothing to improve the property.  IF they know that we pay for the lights, they keep that to themselves and use them with abandon..even on bright, sunny days.  They complain about absolutely every little stinking thing and then they go back to Milan.  WHY are they not going back to Milan???  

I want to write up a bill for them...for three years worth of using the lights, the drain pipe we had repaired, the walls we had repaired, the door we had restored and the major leak we just had fixed.  Write them up a bill and tell them to pay up or SHUT UP!!!

Italy has a 25% unemployment rate, this town is suffering and they do not like "gli stranieri"....well, these stranieri are contributing to the life of the town, to the preservation of the property and care enough, at our advanced age, to learn a whole new language.  But, nevermind....there are ants outside!