August 30th, 2008
Ramblings after a loonnnng nap
The blimp is flying over my apartment building. It's a "Direct TV" blimp. I remember growing up when they were all Goodyear. And my schoolmates were talking about riding in one. One kid, who I'm convinced now, is a high class madam or a school teacher always said her dad was going to take her for a ride in the Goodyear blimp.
Anyway this blimp is sharing breathing space because of the U.S. Open. Tennis is something I don't understand. I don't know how to play it and maybe if I did I'd find watching it more interesting. But for now the idea of watching two people hit a ball back and forth and see people's eyes going back and forth like a cat's does not amuse me, neither the $7.00 pretzel and gourmet fried ape eyeballs they are selling at the stadium. I hope they do show fireworks when it's all over. One of the best things, okay the best thing, about this apartment is the terrace and the view. Note: Now that my neighbor had to tear down the enclosure (screened in terraces are illegal and finally the management is enforcing it) I can freely smell his ganga (gee dude you could at least smoke good shit if you're going to give me a contact high) and I have to lock all my windows now that I know he can climb over my terrace divider into his apartment. Actually it's his girlfriends' mothers aunts grandmothers cousins apartment. The kind where they are paying $300 a month because they've kept it in the family. She's now pregnant with her third child by him and still on welfare and for the life of me I can't understand how someone can be so stupid. The boyfriend and I were talking about baby names in the elevator and he made a comment about how if he has more kids he'll name them so and so and I said "maybe you want to slow down?" Three kids all under the age of three. I have to say that for two fucked up dysfunctional people they have the most adorable, well behaved children. There is something about the little girl who is always smiling that makes me pick her up and kiss her every time I see her. And believe me her mother in all these years hasn't been friendly to me but lights up when I pay attention to her sunny child which is easy. Looking at all the kids in the hallway some as big as I am and remembering when they were in diapers. Which is one of the reasons I chose to move here as I was pregnant with my kid and thinking well when he runs up and down the hall screaming no one will mind and that's proven true as my son plays with all those kids in the hallway till I have to open the front door and say PLEASE BE QUIET!!!
Slept all day today. It was wonderful. I have been working really hard. I have to say that someone said to me the other day when I made a comment about "productivity" is that he hasn't heard any complaints. Which is the second co-worker who has said that to me. If nothing else I want to keep up the reputation for not being a slacker. Friday was so much fun in that all four of us were in there and I brought my son and he helped staple papers and the like and I lounged on the couch in the reception area being silly. My coworkers for the most part are pretty cool. I have found out that part of the reason that I have been welcomed so freely is that my predecessor (the wonderful living legend who retired after 25 years) wasn't well liked. Actually they hated her saying she was nasty and lazy. None of my work is ever dumped on my co-workers for sure. Gack I spent $50 bucks on food yesterday. Between buying my big kid growing boy "tween" a huge breakfast, huge lunch (actually the lunch fed him and my husband that night as well) and snack -- any snack in Midtown Manhattan will very rarely cost you less tha $15.00. And then I had to get him his school supplies. Mind you the list has been up all summer (no one told me naturally) and I had to buy notebooks and binders. And screw the teachers who asked for one inch, 1 1/2 inch and 2 1/2 inch binders the kid has all 1 inch binders which were on special for 25 cents a piece. Like I'll pay $5 and up for a binder. Yeah right. So that's another $40 bucks spent and we don't even have half the stuff he needs. Of course this is the week that his health insurance premium was due (now that I'm a working still the State won't pay for it anymore. Mind you I don't mind that I have to pay but for fucking once I'd like for them not to screw it up and give me a fucking person who speaks English. NO I DO NOT WANT TO PRESS ONE FOR ENGLISH THIS IS FUCKING AMERCA AND ENGLISH SHOULD BE THE FIRST LANGUAGE...and the rent and a host of other things which are draining my bank account (not much to account) faster than a mosquito at a blood bank.
Today I watched a documentary called "Autism, the Musical". It was one of the most amazing things I've ever seen. Reaffirmed that all human beings aren't basically selfish.
Damn crickets are so loud. Hope the damn lizard eats them soon.