Absolutely nothing. Which is on me. But I have so little patience with the little people. You know who you are even though you won’t admit it.
And it’s not a death sentence, but you just have to try and increase yourselves. It really takes so little but it’s that first step. And so many just can’t raise their feet. Tragique. For all of us.
It’s terrible to think it has come to this and it’s terrible to think otherwise. What else would you have expected given where we’ve come from.
On a happier and disengaged note… I’ve been overhearing such odd things on the street. It happens you know when you take your ear buds out. You actually hear things that people say. And things they don’t think you can hear and which I imagine they wouldn’t want you to hear. But you do. And you know things about them. Things that are…. unusual. And banal.
Start listening if you can. I’m aghast and perhaps you make have imagined that I’m not taken aback easily. But in one day I heard (1) someone describe their sex life to a parent (unsure which parent) in surprising detail at the end of which I wanted to tell them that the breakup was inevitable considering the lack of imagination (2) groveling to keep a job which by the description I heard was pretty horrific and possibly illegal (3) someone talking to their pet, I’m serious, for at least 5 minutes before I left and (4) someone leaving a message for the White House as if anyone there would be listening although I am a sucker for lost causes sometimes.
Of course you can’t respond. I wouldn’t dare let any other know I was listening - what’s the fun of that and besides it might get out that someone was listening and it would all come crashing down. Or perhaps everyone is used to public displays of their private lives now.
Personally I like a bit of mystery. Perhaps the pet above was a lemur languishing in a Park Avenue rent controlled penthouse. So much more intriguing than a lhasa apso waiting for its walker.
Lordy, I’ve depressed myself. Must be the weather.
-T
September 18, 2025
Oh my goodness.
What else could one say?
What else can one say?
What else dare one say?
And in any event, who is really listening?
-T
April 25, 2025
Pope. Dope. They rhyme. The Dope Pope.
And dope can mean so many things. And pope. Well there is only one; was only one. Will only be one soon! There was Carmelita Pope but I doubt any of you have an inkling of what we lack now.
Still I so squirm at not being kept from the festivities in the Vatican. I would just fit in perfectly, right between two Swiss guards. Like a sandwich. A Roman sandwich, Swiss cheese and me and vaguely Catholic undertones. Lettuce pray.
Oh yes I did.
Somehow I segue to Pope Joan. Mythology theme continues from the previous bit. Whether you take to it or not you have to consider it.
Woman disguises herself as a monk, becomes pope. No one the wiser until she falls off her horse during a papal procession, and gives birth. The crowd stones her.
That’s opera folks!
And continuing with the tall tales, this supposed gave its own birth to the testicle chair. The new pope to be would sit down arranging his vestments just so and some lucky cardinal (did they draw straws?) would snake his hand underneath the seat to the specially place hole in a discovering sort of way. Assuming he encountered resistance, the pope was allowed to pontificate.
And we have the end of Act 1 of Tosca. Te Deum.
I miss Francis. And it’s been a long time since I kneeled in front of a man in flowing robes taking a body part into my mouth. Amen.
Creepy for 10 year olds.”I’m eating what?!”
It’s no wonder the Easter Bunny was so much more interesting.
Enjoy Spring if your in my half or Autumn I’m guessing if your in the other.
-T
P.S. To Carmelita's grandson who contacted me so many years ago - it's a bit late I know but my condolences to you.
April 7, 2025
All I do is drown in tears lately. Or is it bourbon. Or is it gin. I wish it were chartreuse. And goodness know my neighbors wish it were soda with lime.
So many realtors come knocking but none even begin to do their research. I'm not some backwater floozy ... well maybe sort of... but I'm not foolish. I've been around the block and probably yours in fact.
Holy cow, if you're going to try and buy the bride, at least don't insult her. Make an effort bambini! Surprise me with your interest - interest in so many senses of the word. There is interest, and I've had interest but none seem interested enough....
Exhausting. And yet here I be.... still a light in the ever present binary, although a bit dimmer due to unforseen circumstances. Remember Eliza? She ratted me out. I will have satisfaction.
-T
April 16, 2025
Ah sì, I'm trying so hard to be regular and look, I made it already one week. Who knows what tomorrow will bring!
Well it's that time of year for homegrown preparations! I think you all know what I mean. Our vegetables aren't going to bury themselves, we have to help them along. Indeed.
And there's no better way to start making sure nothing untowards ever touches your precious precious but first doing a bit of weeding. Make certain to pull up all those little green shoots before you plant. Even the ones that look like they belong there because.... you ...never ...can ...tell..... can you.
That way you will delight knowing that you have a beautiful garden that you control completely. Everything just like you ordered it.
Maybe even consider a moon garden. Seems appropriate for this neighborhood, right?
Personally I find all the fuss exhausting and would prefer a cocktail and some weed...s. Let and let live and so on. But the neighbors have such funny ideas about leaf blowing and how high your grass will grow, not to mention what I am allowing to poke up from the dirt.
Well allow is such a strong word. Perhaps not allow, but "permissively dismiss bordering on encourage but not quite so proactive". Yet.
-T
P.S. Speaking on hoes, and I was on the previous page if you were paying attention. I think the price of mine just went much higher than was previously mentioned... by someone... other. Tariffs you know. Can't live with 'em'... and so forth.
-T
