It’s been two months since my next door neighbor, Mimi, moved, and I really miss her.
The good news is, we speak almost every day, like best girlfriends, just at different colleges. She leaves me funny messages like, I’ll bet you’re out paintin the town navy blue, your favorite color. My message to her…okay, who is he? Did he pay at least? You’d never know there’s over 25 years between us while we chirp and giggle like 12 year-old girls.
I also write to her at least once a week so she knows she’s not forgotten, while one of her chief worries about me is, am I eating enough.
She thinks I’m too thin, so I’ll fib when she’ll ask, “What did you have for dinner?”
“Uh, a pork chop?”
“That’s great,” she’ll say, “and what else?”
“Excellent.” Well, can’t have Mimi worrying about me and my calorie intake, not with her chronic trials. Here’s a woman who’s been independent her whole life and now, for the first time, has to depend on others.
It’s as if her wings have been clipped.
Imagine an eagle in captivity. That’s how I see my friend.
She’s very magnanimous about it all, but I still hear and feel her pain.
Her apartment sits like an altar to her, empty, but still hers. “I’m not selling it,” she says, “till I’m sure I’m staying.”
Wow, wouldn’t that be something if she came back, and she could with an extra bedroom, having a helper if she needed one. My big question is, why in hell didn’t they try that first, her slippery relatives wanting her moved and out of the way quick and easily.
Alright, I’m being judgmental, but New York is her home where she can venture out at will, rather than wait for someone in the suburbs to come pick her up.
She’s used to Central Park and The Metropolitan,Whole Foods and Elios, her favorite restaurant a few blocks away.
Once you’ve lived here, you’re truly a fish out of water when you leave.
Have you ever seen a trout flopping helplessly on a pier?
Mimi, come home…
fly home, where you belong.
https://athingirl.com/2016/05/13/…No More Mimi
https://athingirl.com/2016/02/24/…Cheese With Mimi