What I Saw

 A man in the park lifting his Siberian Husky, refusing to leave, basking in the sunshine like a sheep on strike.

A cardinal coming in for a landing on a fencepost right in front of me as if to say, hey, what a day, huh?

My neighbor, in the lobby, yelling at the Fairway delivery boy who forgot her orange juice smiling when he politely said, “Lada, ah just da-liva, ah don’t pack.”

My super putting sunblock on his big, bald head.

Kenny the mailman looking quite spiffy in his postal regulation Bermuda shorts even though his legs are as bowed as the Lincoln Tunnel.

Patrick the cat coiffing in the hallway where, to quote my grandfather, his ballings used to be.

The array of pastels people are wearing while restlessly waiting on the subway platform.

An old man on the train reading Hemingway.

Two school girls in identical uniforms sweetly holding hands.

A puppy’s little tail merrily wagging from a Barnes and Noble tote.

“Did that come with the bag?” I ask grinning.

He grins back, gently tucking it back in.

A pretty, plump, well-dressed woman of color feeling faint, and the whole car helping her: the Chinese woman who gave her a fan, a hard hat his seat, me a bottle of water and what was most impressive, the well-heeled, gray haired lady, her lace hankie to dab at the perspiration dripping down her flushed face.

“No, this is your good handkerchief,” she said with alarm.

And our own Mrs. Astor without missing a beat replied, “Now now, I have many, and besides, this is what they’re for.

Just a thin girl, paying attention.    

SB

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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 Amazon.com. Thanks.
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13 Responses to What I Saw

  1. There is something funny about a dog in protest. It makes me laugh. Peanut pulls that when he wants to go a certain way on a walk. Those paws are in cement.
    That hanky was the perfect ending to the day ❤

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    • It made you wonder, what a woman like that was doing on the train, but then again, it’s the fastest way to travel. Her elegance made an impression on Grasshopper.

      And that dog was the size of a Buick. I should really carry my phone with me when I run. I’m always just worried I’ll drop it. sigh

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  2. skinnyuz2b says:

    Susannah, you’re like a hawk, never missing what most of us pass by unaware. My white Persian licks his ballings (love my new word) and then wraps his legs around my arm so I can’t get away.
    I love the subway story. It made me invision my Bochi, who would have offered her lacy hanky. I often wore her hanky bobby pinned on top of my head when I didn’t bring a hat to mass.

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  3. My old cat Jake did not know that his man parts were removed. He strutted his stuff as proudly as ever complaining loudly that the extra large litter box was not big enough for his package. It was so male. *eye roll*

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  4. I love the snapshot in the world around you. I haven’t lived in a city in years and for me, living here where seeing another person around town is an event, especially in the summer, it’s refreshing to read.

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    • When you’re out and about as much as I am and alone, you can’t help but notice things. I love the train for all its different colors. In this particular case I was so moved at the diversity of people who stepped up to help the swooning woman. It belies the statement that New Yorkers just don’t care.

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  5. Ever vigilant! I’m so glad you write about your observations.

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    • I was very inspired once again re reading Pete Hamill’s book, Downtown. He is so observant it gave me a transfusion to be more attentive to my surroundings, even more so. Nothing like good writing to inspire. 🙂

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