Apparently, I do live in a strange apartment building. One of my next door neighbors is someone I like to refer to as "Stop and Shop Deb". She works at the local Stop and Shop grocery store. And she doesn't like it when I play music during the day. She responds to my Wilco and Postal Servce and assorted jazz by slowly and rhythmically pounding on my wall. And I turn it down.
The other next door neighbors I never see. Plus, they have a baby. Who I never hear. Dean, who is seriously bipolar and subject to mood swings every ten minutes, lives upstairs from me. He is a musician and actually entertaining to hang out with...as long as I keep in mind the mood swings. Next to the baby couple, two doors down from me, lives Walter.
Walter is interesting. And cute! As well as anxious and neurotic, a brilliant, brilliant pianist and seriously smart with an acid wit. He's from Argentina and he's German and Jewish. Yes, we're friends, but I'm workin' it folks!
Anyway, he now drops by my apartment once a day. We sit and drink pomegranate juice and talk about how we wish we were in NYC. Although, I think I've introduced him to a pretty good core of my friends (since there are only two people in his dept. and he's had a tough time meeting people while holding down two teaching jobs). So he's been having a pretty good time with being social again and my friends love him. So far, so good.
So, even though the whole living in a small village was looking dour at first, I'm starting to warm up to things. And feeling better about being here for the summer (as well as the next two years).
Is pomegranate juice good ? What does it taste like ? I am glad you are feeling at home.
Posted by: Patrick | April 16, 2007 at 03:42 PM
Oeds, why do you continually desecrate our sacred promise? If it's not geologists, it's men who think they're biscuits. If it's not men who think they're biscuits, it's pianists. Why do you bruise my heart so?
Posted by: King Of The Hill | April 19, 2007 at 04:49 PM