An Eagle In Captivity

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.  images

SB…No More Mimi…Cheese With Mimi

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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10 Responses to An Eagle In Captivity

  1. Elle Knowles says:

    Mimi’s a smart cookie cut from the same cloth as you Susannah. Age doesn’t matter when it comes to friendship…~Elle

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  2. micklively says:

    I know you miss her but she has to be safe. You wouldn’t want her to come to grief.


  3. skinnyuz2b says:

    One of my aunts had live in caretakers around the clock. She lived to be 93, was spry as a young gymnast, but had dementia and lived mostly in the past. And why not live in the past? Where you’re young and beautiful and all your friends are still alive. From what you’ve said, I would think Mimi would be an excellent candidate for a caretaker. Makes a big difference, being in your own home and environment.
    Susannah, I’m sure your contact is extremely beneficial for Mimi. And you’re right, age doesn’t matter when it comes to friendship and connections.


  4. Is it that there are not relatives near NYC? Could you volunteer to “keep an eye on her” without being her caretaker? If she can afford a caretaker why didn’t they do that first? They plucked her out of her home, are they visiting her now that she’s where they want her? As you can see more questions than answers. I love that the two of you communicate daily. She needs stimulation or she will indeed end up with head issues.

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    • She does have family near where she is who have been very good about visiting and taking her out. My worry is, once she’s there for a while…today is 9 weeks since she left, they’ll slack off. She had a really bad day Monday….never left her rooms. Tuesday someone came to take her to lunch, and her spirits rose. She’s used to being active. They really should have tried the caretaker route first…sigh

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  5. True friendships defy all barriers. Age, miles and “slippery relatives” can’t keep you two apart.

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