Is This Miami? No It’s Manhattan

 It’s late afternoon on Friday.  I’m here in tights and a T-shirt with all the windows open, a warm breeze blowing through the apartment as though I were on a cabin cruiser.

Rocky, the ancient brown lab, is visiting, sacked out on one of my best blankets basking in it, while I read aloud, something I wrote.  He keeps passing wind, so I’m assuming, that means it needs a rewrite.

He’s so old, I suggested to his master, a cute, 30 year-old living on 8, perhaps he should bring along some oxygen, just to have Rocky sit up as if to say, hey, I still have a few moves left, thank you very much.

It does feel like Florida outside, the doorman whistling, passersby smiling.  No wonder birds, Jews and the elderly go south, another reason I want to be Jewish, or at least a crow, since they only wear basic black.

I actually wore shorts running this morning, my legs feeling like Betty Grable’s, free of their normal four layers.

Of course, like any warm winter getaway, it will end, since the cold is about to return.


It even poured earlier, clearing away last week’s snow, so now I can trade in my muckers for a nice, sexy pair’a flats.

What did you say Rocky…what are muckers?  It’s a fancy Connecticut term for boots…ya know, for mucking out the stables.

I see you’re shaking your head.  Okay, so I’m being a bit grand, but do you think, you could possibly stop farting, because I’m running out of matches.





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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16 Responses to Is This Miami? No It’s Manhattan

  1. Gassy old dogs! Somehow they are comforting.

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  2. Muckers make more sense than Wellingtons. From the description of your atmosphere, I wonder if you are the one who might need oxygen when Rocky visits.

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  3. I hope you enjoyed the day. We had it, too. Now, it is 8 degrees Midnight on Saturday night.


  4. skinnyuz2b says:

    It felt so nice to let fresh air into our home. What a difference in temperament the warmth made; everyone smiling and upbeat. We needed the two day respite from winter.
    As for farty old dogs, yesterday morning I sniffed, then looked around to see if the cat decided to poop on the floor. Nope, there lay Sam (17 yrs) curled up and snoring in the cat bed.

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  5. Chester was a farter, and I would just sit there receiving them like a lavender candle. Meanwhile, if the men in this house dare to pass gas, well let’s just say I’m not that accepting.
    I did enjoy my windows open and appreciated Mother Nature removing all the snow & salt from the sidewalks, so Peanut & Landon can walk without worry. (It’s just like going from muckers to flats in dog terms)

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  6. Michael W Feddersen says:

    My it has been awhile since hanging out here, you were gimped up last I knew. Glad you’re running again.
    I did the Snowbird thing for a number of years, before moving to Arizona for 12 years. Now that I am back freezing my ass in the winter, I can appreciate the changes of seasons.
    Mom was a smoker, despite carrying a Bic lighter, she carried matches. She didn’t have a dog, just herself and my dad that had had a gastri bypass. Belches came in second to his farts.

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  7. micklively says:

    We’ve had wild temperature change too: thermometer up and down like a whore’s drawers. Fortunately, our princesses rarely fart, though Lola has a predilection for eau de cat-shit.

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  8. That’s funny. 🙂 Enjoy the warm weather while you can. It’s warmed up here now too, I think it’s almost up to double digits again.

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