Ah, Sunday morning OCD

OCD Nut job in action: Our living/dining area has 22 foot wall with 18 feet of windows across it. I have ivory lace curtains on those windows. I usually wash the curtains 3-4 times a year, the Fall washing went by the wayside because I was dealing with my husband’s care.

Last night I went to bed with curtain washing on my mind. This morning I jumped out of bed at 6:30am with only one thought – Wash the curtains! Must wash the curtains! I don’t have my own washer/dryer, I have to use a community laundry room so getting laundry done early is imperative.

I bounced, okay, I shuffled, out to the living room, announced to my husband “Help me get these curtains down” and by 7am the curtains were in the washer. I then commenced to wash the windows, and after my husband’s morning nap and shower, Boom, the curtains went back up. By 9am all was right again in my little squirrel brain.

Today is also a gorgeous Spring day in the middle of January! Yesterday we hit a high of 72º but is was overcast with a chill breeze so – didn’t feel all that Spring-like. But this morning – Ah, this morning! Bright sunshine, cloudless sky, lovely breeze and 68º

Gotta love it!

We were out and about this morning

First an Uber ride to the library because we had to renew our library cards. We have to do this every two years so we can prove we live in the county the library serves – heaven forfend that some devious person from another county might borrow a book.  But I get their caution, with the popularity of ebooks, and the cost for the library to purchase them, the library wants to know that only tax paying citizens are using their ebooks, purchased with said tax payers money. BTW – many libraries will no longer carry ebooks published by Macmillan – if you are interested you can read about it HERE.

While I was complaining to the nice gentleman at the Customer Service Desk that we only use ebooks because we are physically unable to access the library on a regular basis (any trip would entail a cab/Uber ride) and having to come in to renew our cards was a bit of a PITA, and expensive, he told me that the next county over, larger and more affluent, let any STATE resident get a library card. We would have to make one trip, and it will be expensive, but we will then have e-access to the largest library system in the state – Whee-oo!

I actually went on-line, registered for a library card, got a temporary pass and have already downloaded some books. Whatever that trip will cost us it will be so worth it.

From the library we took another Uber to Trader Joe’s – our bi-monthly trip there – when we came out, sitting on the bench in front of the stores was the most gorgeous, heartbreakingly beautiful creature I’ve had the pleasure of seeing up close and personal in a very long time. I fell instantly in love – His name is Oshi (not sure of the spelling) and he was just as sweet as he was beautiful…

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Then on the ride home, I was looking out the car window and noticed the clouds were racing across the sky – I mean they were really moving – I managed to get a quick video while we we stopped at the longest red light on the planet –

I'm not sure anyone needs two crystal balls…

I love change. I have the attention span of a two-year old. And I have a low boredom threshold. And I like new and shiny. I haven’t always been this way – when I was young I lived in one place for 7 years – the building was falling down around me, the neighborhood had turned into a war zone, no one would come and visit – it was past time to move but oh how I resisted! On the other hand I have always bought mostly cheap furniture so when I get bored with it I can toss it without guilt or regret and replace it with more cheap furniture LOL  Any-hoo…

Because of my husband’s incredibly loud breathing/snoring/snorting/coughing there are nights when I don’t get to sleep until 4am, when he gets up. This has been going on for, oh, I don’t know – 30 years?  30 years of sleep deprivation – it wears on one. (And yes, I have tried ear plugs, got soft cushy ones that conform to your inner ear – they hurt!)  While we have lived, mostly, in places with 2 bedrooms we didn’t always have an extra bed or even a full size sofa. We have lived in 2 story houses but that didn’t work for noise isolation because a) he is that loud that I could hear him even in the basement and b) we have always lived with cats and closing the bedroom was not an option – loud snoring versus loud caterwauling – this is not a great choice.

Our second bedrooms have always been my “office” – you know what Virginia Woolf said – and sometimes we managed to stuff some kind of fold up bed in there just in case someone needed to crash – one place we lived had a finished basement and we put guests down there – me, I don’t do basements.

Noise levels being off the charts lately we decided we would buy a real bed and put it in my office so I could get some sleep. This meant that I had to take one of my three bookcases out of my office to make room. And that meant I had to get rid of some books. Not a real hardship getting rid of some books, I had already started to sort and dispense with books I had no need to keep. BUT –

I’m not a tchotchke person but I do have a few odd keepsakes which have always lived on my bookshelves – I  now had to re-distribute them over 2 bookcases instead of 3 (the 3rd bookcase got moved to the living room and my husband has it filled with his personal books and stuff). Two of those keepsakes are crystal balls .

I am now wondering why I need to keep two crystal balls – one HUGE one and one rather small one. The small one I had bought myself in the crystal ball store and the large one was a gift from my brother along with a deck of tarot cards – the Tarol of the Cat People.  I have not used either of these crystal balls in decades – do I need them? Probably not but I can’t bring myself to dispose of them either – well, maybe the little one can go – but the big one? It was a gift; and it was also used quite frequently and to good effect.

I usually have no problem tossing stuff, or giving stuff away – but this crystal ball – proving hard to get rid of.

It always circles back to Da Bronx

I’ve often described myself as ‘the little Italian girl from da Bronx’ despite the fact that my father moved the family out of the Bronx when I was 8 and I really have no connection to the place except for –

The things I say and do. Okay some of those things are also Italian but the Bronx had a heavy concentration of Italian immigrants. The one famous Bronx characteristic I do NOT have is the legendary Bronx accent – for which I am grateful.

The Bronx accent is somewhat similar to a Brooklyn accent – but the Bronx accent is somewhat sharper sounding, a little tougher, ’cause the Bronx is a tough place. Yes, th is pronounced like a d – Dis for this, Dat for that. But 33rd Street becomes toity-toid Street.

The best is – the oi sound becomes an r-sound, as in olive earl or terlet bowl (that would be in English, olive oil and toilet bowl) And New Yorker’s of every borough are know for dropping the r from words altogether and/or replacing it with a d-sound or a w (car becomes caw) Of course there is the famous aw sound – cawfee for coffee. And yes, we drop g‘s at the end of words – going becomes goin‘. And we run words together, like ‘jeet?’ translates to “Did you eat?”

Also “Yo” – I always considered that to be just a New York thing but come to think of it I never heard it in Queens (where I lived after the age of 8). The funniest thing about “Yo” – my husband lived in Vermont when I married him, me being from NYC made me quite the exotic character. My step-children picked up some of my New York-isms which I never realized until I got a note from one of the kids teachers that she had tried to get the teacher’s attention by shouting out “YO”…The teacher didn’t quite know what that meant but she took offense. Me, I cracked up laughing. (Or as we say in NYC – laffin’.)

Then there is the slap-tap/swoop to the back of the head. I never really thought about it much, along with the fist tap to the shoulder but when I did it to someone at work they said “Whadda ya from da Bronx?” Why, yes, yes, I am!

But all this came to mind last week when I read an article about the phrase “expletive you and the horse you rode in on”. My father used to say that all the time, the expletive in his case was ‘screw’ which isn’t really the expletive most people use. But some sources back track it to the Bronx because some guy who wrote a book that used the phrase said he first heard it in the 1950’s in the Bronx. I don’t know, my father used it long before that.

Years ago I wrote a little piece about as you get older you revert to your essential self. It was in reference to my solitariness but started by noting that my grandmothers and mother all reverted back to Italian, their first language, as they aged. And here I am, reverting back to my Bronx-ness as I age – becoming more Bronx-y, becoming more New York-y and in some ways more Italian. It’s interesting stepping back and watching this.

I mentioned earlier that my father moved us from the Bronx to Queens when I was 8, and while I have never felt a conscious attachment to the Bronx I have ZERO attachment to Queens. My personal opinion is Queens is a boring nothing place with no personality at all. And in service to that, here is a little video about New York accents – pay attention to what they say about Queens –

Now this is a New Year's Quote

I can support wholeheartedly. I saw it yesterday on A Guy Called Bloke’s blog.

“I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes

Because if you are making mistakes, then you are making new things, trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. You’re doing things you’ve never done before, and more importantly, you’re Doing Something.

So that’s my wish for you, and all of us, and my wish for myself. Make New Mistakes. Make glorious, amazing mistakes. Make mistakes nobody’s ever made before. Don’t freeze, don’t stop, don’t worry that it isn’t good enough, or it isn’t perfect, whatever it is: art, or love, or work or family or life.

Whatever it is you’re scared of doing, Do it.

Make your mistakes, next year and forever.”

~ Neil Gaiman ~