Chronicles Continued

So what happened here?  It could be a case of an instantaneous healing?

In an age-defying act, pulled the high! heels out of the back of the closet, put them on and out the door, hitting the sidewalk with a clip!  A clip, clip clip,- the sound of a horse shoe on cobblestones.  Too close to appointment time to turn back and change.  For the next 2 hours, go about my business and at last am on my way home.  As I clip clip [not clip-clop thank goodness] down the sidewalk, I become aware of someone, about knee high, matching my pace.  No one could match the volume.  Looking down I see this precious girl child, dressed in pink from the sandals to the headband, matching my gait.  ‘Pretty noisy, huh”, I say to her with a smile. Her mother turns around and says ” Nice! makes a confident, here-I-come-sound”.  That wasn’t what I was thinking, but I loved the take.  Back to my knee-mate.  She looks up and says “I like high heels!”  The multitude of thoughts that went through my mind!  The conditioning, the sense of what it does for a woman vs. a vs men, the ‘picture’ we all buy into.  But I let all of that float away and looking at her sweet brown eyes, said “Me too.  I just wish they were a bit more quiet.”  As I announced my progress, still looking down at her, she pulls back the shoulder of her pink sweater, and shows me a ‘pin’ on her pink dress.  I pushed up my sunglasses to have a closer look.  Without my reading glasses, it looked like a gold circle – about the size of a penny with a red blob with black spots in the middle.  I can’t do any better than that, so I ask, “What is that?” “It is against people – this child could not have been more than 4 – 5 at the outside – who smoke and then drop it on the ground and step on it.”  “Oh girl'” I said’ “I am totally with you!  I think that is so awful.  Just awful!”  [Little did she know that is my pet peeve: outside the door of my apartment, from the restaurant-goers who leave the outside tables to smoke.]  By this time her ‘Granddi’ was walking just ahead, and she points to her and says “My Granddi never smoked’.  “Oh”I said,  “What a good Granddi, and you never will either!”  That she confirmed with a shake of the head, as they peel off to the left to enter the playground.  I clicked my way on home.

Two things.  One: fix the heels.  Two: I can feel already that I am going to pay for that little excursion in muscle pain.

In the Village are two Greenwiches.  The one west of Hudson Street is Greenwich Street.  The more famous one, east of Hudson Street is Greenwich Avenue.  A tourist never is aware of the two Greenwiches until they have to be at one and have arrived at the other.  This all came back to me last evening as the bus turned down Greenwich Avenue and the passenger who quickly exited at the corner said they wanted Greenwich Street and where was it.  The driver let them off at the corner and said ‘about 7 blocks west’.

.. you make a prison break, with hours to ‘get away’ before anyone discovers you are gone.         you cut through thick pipe, crawl through yards of piping and end up exiting a manhole.    you are 20 miles from the Canadian border.

look at an aerial shot of the prison location it is trees and virtually unpopulated.
you are three weeks on the lam         and you still end up being shot dead by the police.

What went wrong?  If the police shoot them both dead, we will never know.

Although he appears to be barefoot, he is really wearing one of the ‘full foot shoes”.

What has happened to ‘smelly-feet-basil’and my ‘window garden’?  I left cash under the teapot for the super to go in and give them water while I was away.  But yesterday, I remembered that I did not contact him, as intended.  Will they have survived or will I return to a wilted scene, all the plants expired and dismal, requiring a new outlay of effort and cash?

What took my attention?  City guests.  Cooking. Baking bread-the best bread ever with Einkorn flour, apples and pecans. Baking cookies.  Concocting soup.  Planting a vegetable garden in the porch boxes, and time spent at the local automotive garage.  Time flies when there are all these possibilities.  The best part?  My “City guests” had no idea I could cook or knew my way around a kitchen.  On their side, they arrived in their Maserati and caused a sensation in the parking lot of the local grocery store.  Kids in pickups were stopping to make phone pictures and exclamations.

and by ‘the country’ I refer to those places in this ‘land’ where people are scare and untamed animals roam in abundance.  A place often glorified by City folks as idyllic.  Came to this ‘far-away-from-the-City-place’, as you will have noted by the absence of posts, days ago.  The evening I arrived, myself and two tamed creatures, turned on the water faucet and surprise, no water came out.  Tried everything I knew to do, from previous country living experiences; nothing helped.  Called the ‘caretaker’, and by phone, he asked me to check a few other things. Funny how ‘clock-wise’ depends on which side of the faucet handle you are standing, but not withstanding, no water, no pump.  Knowing that he lives ‘over the hill’ said I could deal ’till dawn’, but he insisted.  His arrival did nothing to alleviate the lack . ‘Wait until tomorrow,’ he said, ‘it is something with the line to the pump and I can’t fix that tonight.’  Potable water on hand until morning when he and helper return, remove the heavy wooden lid to the pump house for the well and he jumps in.  “You are not going to believe this”, he calls out.  “The on lever for the pump was pushed down to ‘off’, by the porcupine who stood on it to make his escape from in here.  It most likely happened shortly before the other occupants left, given the lack of water in the commode.  Now that’s a good one”.  How, you ask, did he know it was a porcupine?  By the exit teeth marks.

correction:  shooter of SC

Why does the news/media/mainstream ignore the actuality that the ‘shooter in SC” was ‘sent in to do a job’.  Can they say, ‘He just happened to pick that church, on his own; He just happened to be so aware of politics that he knew what the Senator had just accomplished?  He just happened to know when bible study was, and had the gall to sit through an hour of it?’ “On a Mission” are his words of why he did not back out.  Can we talk about white extremist groups, the way they recruit the young, the disenfranchised, the children of the disgruntled. Can we call these groups terrorist cells?  Can we admit that racist feelings are based on white supremacy?