What a challenge. Between wearing ski clothes to bed because the boiler went south to screaming, I can’t hear you, to your new landlord who has to be so sorry he ever bought your building in the first place.
To be fair, it does pretty well when you consider it’s 116 years old (built in 1899), but like any centenarian, it poops out once in a while. It’s easier to be understanding once it goes back on, but when acting up, one wants to pummel it with a baseball bat.
Work is slightly slow, not unusual for January, but my bills are over the moon, even though I’ve been very good.
No lunches, dinners…eating home a lot, which might explain my lack of enthusiasm. Eating rice and vegetables on a tray in bed could kill a girl, but so could her Visa arriving on a stretcher. One of my New Year’s resolutions was to chisel down all my credit cards so that if I did use them, I’d pay the purchase off within two months.
Of course I sure could use a new dress to perk up my spirits and kitten heels, perhaps in leopard, to match. Go ahead, smirk…but it’s not funny when you have to run by Bergdorf’s window as if it were a bakery.
And my pet yearning is another issue. I’m due in Brooklyn at 11 to see my girl, but the temperature is 18. It’s not like Carmela was still across the street and I could leave a note., see ya manana. They’re expecting me, plus I want to go, despite the cold.
I MISS HER.
And I know what you’re thinking…why don’t I call to reschedule? They don’t answer their phone, that’s why. The Pope would be easier to contact.
If I had a kitty here to have and to hold, maybe the decision not to go would be easier.
So what’s keeping me from the pound? The expense. My pal Chris took his dog to the vet because she had a cold. I didn’t ask him, but mark my words, that cost a coupla c-notes when you add cab fare and Coco’s medicine.
Can I afford a cat? Should I settle for fish or a hamster…a turtle perhaps?
Maybe I should look into taxidermy…get a stuffed moose head. I could even name it…Lassie or Bullwinkle.
In any event, keeping the faith I will book a great job to relieve some of this anxiety is what’s on the table, along with Raisin Bran and an overripe banana. I long to go out for Irish oatmeal with walnuts and figs, but not while Visa is still on the disabled list…sigh.
S0 please pray for her.
But you’ll now have to excuse me while I don 15 layers to go to Brooklyn.
CARM HONEY, I’M COMING…GET OUT YOUR LONG JOHNS.
I did go to Brooklyn where Carmela was waiting in the window, and we did venture out, but between the snow and salt and her shearling coat she hates that makes her look like Kate Smith, we scurried back in like a coupla flustered rabbits. But all was not lost since we sprawled on the kitchen floor together and ate Danish pastry, without our coats 🙂