I watch a bit of world from the eleventh floor at work. Today the sky is clear blue with hints of cloud coverage in the far background, possible smog arising. As I look at the buidlings and the people walking below a balloon appears.
It’s shiny royal blue just floating away and up. It’s a tranquil sight. As it soars pass me , I just admire how fast and quickly it soars with the sun sparkling off of it.
Now the ballon, that I will name “Sparky” is leaving me, soaring pass the eleventh floor, the eighteenth and pass all buildings. It’s just sky and “Sparky”, with a few thin, see-through clouds; don’t remember the name; going up. It is quite beautiful to watch until I thought about further heights. Sparky may cause harm to a bird who was just minding his bird business and gets tangled. Or Sparky will lose pressure, fall and pollute somewhere and know one will care.
Oh, the endless downturn of events that await Sparky.
I was trying to act all interested with talk shows and programs this morning and started to reminisce on Italian television. In particular in Salerno, I was hangout with a friend -Tony ( I now know about twelve Tony’s all in one country, Hey Antonios!) Since almost every fourth male is named Antonio I have resorted to giving them all non-Italian nicknames. This Tony I call Jersey, why? Because he lived in New Jersey for about four years of his infantile life and has held on to the dream thirty-something years later; ” I love America, especially New Jersey!” Since his parents immigrated there on a boat( yes a boat) way back when to live the American dream. Long story short he was a Jersey boy, learning jersey things fugetaboutit - he does say this often (smh) , his father however didn’t like life in America. He told me Americans work too much and are too stressed out for him, so he told his brother;who stayed, arrivederci and took his family back on a boat to Italia. In the end I think this was a good choice,Tony has a love for PYT , which is great in Italy in United States =rap-sheet. Tony recently changed his view of the United States last year when he returned to the good ol’ US of A and realized he is more Italian than ever. That is another story, yet he still loves Jersey.
Anyway at Tony aka Jersey I saw a program called Don Matteo, it was a cross between Murder She Wrote and Matlock only with a priest on a bike. And I must say Don Matteo’s dismount was always flawless even in a high stakes scene. I on the other hand would have broken something and everything. I have spent many a day in Italy and Jamaica on a bike, especially sitting side-rail ,which truly hurts . Thank God for cars and motorbikes where at least have more cushion for my tush.
Back to the Don, his program was so “the more you know” type deal . It was always pleasant, the criminal always confessed to the crime , possible because the Don has piercing blue eyes with his on- point Italian tan who wouldn’t confess-Really who??. In the episodes I saw the victims had minor injuries yet everyone always looked very grime as if death was near for a sprained ankle. Many of the incidents were a crime of passion aka infidelity- Shocker!. They did have parts where the carabinieri ;police that are made fun of a lot not by me but Italians; chased down a drug dealer and they always caught their man the first time, have commentary at the prescient about their family life and the case at hand, a joke here and there and a flash mob scene. It was great television .I learned some Italian thanks to Don Matteo-Grazie Papa!
A somber feeling invades me, reminding me yet again violences is constant and everywhere. The newest addition happen in Boston during a marathon. Death doesn’t just happen anymore, people accelerate the arrival. I think Death is about to get fired and The Fates too, since men have taken their job. Now Death and The Fates need to file for unemployment.
I have been to Boston and had a great time there especially with Boston dialect “Copley?… no Cawple”
It was truly a place I never expected to get bombed, drunk definitely, disorderly conduct-certainly.
Just another reminder to fix your life, be real with people you heart, start your bucket list today ….Live your dreams and capture happiness and never let it go .
When you sleep alone this is what happens. Your dog drags all her toys on the bed while you sleep. Strategically places them on certain areas on the bed, then goes to sleep with her “business” exposed to the world.
I recently received a call for a possible new job prospect out of state. It would require a move, which is what I am aiming for. After a positive interview, good feedback from the interviewer, it came down to location.
“So how soon can you move?” I told them two weeks from initial hire; to give my current employer proper notice and myself time to move.
This was not the answer they wanted, so I lucked out. I know because I follwed up to ask what I needed to work on, she told me location. They want someone that can start sooner than two weeks-Wow ! job market request are different or maybe it’s me.
So I am bummed yet I got to see Seattle for the first time: great yet rainy city.