Indian Bummer

images Be careful what you wish for.

It wasn’t too long ago when I complained about no summer. Well, we’re having it now and my head feels as if it might explode.

The 70 % temperature beckons me to bask in the balmy breeze, yet here I sit, 5 Tylenols later with ice on my head.

Spores, I’m told are the culprit. I don’t even know what they are, the little fuckers, but apparently they’re creating havoc for many.

Sabrina, the girl at the coffee shop said, “Be happa it’s not no hurricane comin this way.”

Oh yes, Gonzalo, Irene’s successor is gathering speed in the Caribbean. Who at the weather center came up with that name? Was he drunk, or just hung over?

It suggests quesadillas instead of strong winds.

At least we were able to say, goodnight Irene, that had a hopeful spin. Gonzalo doesn’t come with the same pith, just a name that makes me want to watch an Almodovar film, like Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown.

Will nature throw us another curve and turn her ire this way? I always imagine her not taking her meds.

I remember the last time.

Manhattan panicked as if it were the Cuban Missile Crisis. You couldn’t get beans or even a Hershey Bar off the store shelves. Young boys were selling flashlight batteries for 20 bucks a pop. I gave mine to an old man I knew who was falling apart at D’Agostinos. Uncharacteristically, I was calm next to him and did what every New Yorker should have done…went out for an overpriced lunch.

Unlike other parts of New York, Manhattan with the exception of a few lights and a good 1000 trees, made it through unscathed.

I just noticed my West Wing T-shirt is wet. Wouldn’t you know, my icepack sprung a leak.

Will you excuse me while I toss it out the window?

Maybe it’ll hit a few spores on the way down.





About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Thanks.
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22 Responses to Indian Bummer

  1. micklively says:

    Very funny Susannah.
    I like the thought of you spore-ting a wet tee-shirt!
    Maybe it’s Speedy Gonzalo, the racing mouse cyclone.


  2. skinnyuz2b says:

    I thought Gonzalo was a Sesame Street character, ha ha! I think they’re running out of names.
    I hope those spores turn fickle and leave you.


  3. katecrimmins says:

    Spores? I thought it was pollen that was the bad guy! So sorry you can’t enjoy the weather. They’re promising cooler weather next week.


  4. Stupid autumn spores hanging around the 70 degree weather. Mold spores come in with the fall, I think. As for the hurricane, I think I should pay more attention, I think we are on borrowed time here in Charleston, as it has been several years since the last big one…. Me? I just keep praying those suckers out to sea…. I was in D.C. for the one that hit your neck of the woods, wasn’t too concerned being in my daughter’s apartment building that has been there since WWII, figured it wasn’t going to go anywhere…. Hope you feel better and I love that you have a West Wing tee shirt!


  5. West Wing? As in :


  6. Elle Knowles says:

    I don’t even follow the storms anymore and I guess I should living in the panhandle of Florida. I have H to keep me informed! We have been very lucky for several years now…everyone says its time. ๐Ÿ˜ฆ Hopefully those spores will disappears soon and don’t appear in my backyard!


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