Getting Adopted

He and his five brothers and sisters were found in a box on Queens Boulevard in the pouring rain. From the beginning we liked each other.



However, I'm allergic to cats. And there was that story of a cat who lived with Florence and Seymour briefly. It kept following Florence around all day interrupting her practicing. The message was clear: pets stymie art. The cat was given away on Day Three.

Still...

When someone decides they want to adopt you and they decide it with a heart that has greater horizons than any limits that appear, there is really nothing much you can do about it.

And this kitten decided I was his.



So one day quite recently, he took up full residence in a home I obviously had been renting for 33 years just so one day he could move in.



Jupiter has come home.

Old School High Tech Revisited

I couldn't get a signal on the computer to find the number of the theater to find out the times of the movie on Friday. "When I get home I'll go on their website and call them," I grumbled.

"I do have a phone book," she said. "It's white and it has numbers in it. I'm even in it."

Later, she read aloud from her hand written stories. I typed them into my computer. "Wouldn't it be faster to xerox it?" she asked.

"Who's old tech now?" I answered.

Sunday Memories - It Was Her New York and For a Brief Moment It Was Ours, Too

The people gathered.


The lady sang.


The audience listened.


The neighbor sat enthralled.


And she talked of her New York.


The Renegade Cabaret
Highline at the end by 21st Street
At night, usually Friday

What I Stared At While Wondering ....

Then Why Are You Living Here?

Where: a tiny plane going from a tiny city back to New York

Who: two high-powered business people with accents from places I'm told I should be more open to

What They Said:
#1 - I'm still getting used to it. Did you ride the subway when you lived in NY?
#2 - no, not really...I wouldn't. There are um interesting people on it if you know what I mean.
#1 - Ha ha.

What I Stared At On My Subway Ride Back from the Airport Wondering...


Where Are All The Interesting People?

The Door

Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. - Matthew 7:7

But if all else fails, take a picture of it.

Sunday Memories - "You Say You Want A Revolution..."

Monty's Mom asked what everyone in the courtchyard asked. "What are you doing with your mother's apartment?"

(actually it was more like "whatcha gonna do wit ya motha's apartment?" note: the "t" is silent)

I gave the usual answer about renting and the piano.

"You still play?"

No. I had put my foot down at 13 and refused to play anymore. If I was going to be forced to study music, go to music school and attend the music department at the School for the Performing Arts for violin, I wasn't also going to study the piano. In a rare nod to my individualization, Florence agreed.

I never liked it, I told Monty's Mom.

"Well," she said, "You were a rebellious one."

I was? I had played with Monty when we were little little but like most of the neighbors in the courtchyard it never really felt like anyone knew me, just of me as I ran past in a game of tag.

"Oh yeah. You were power to the people. I mean it was the 60's. But yeah, you were. You were little, too. Yeah. Power to the people."

Songs from the Second Floor*

While they all took pictures of the Empire State Building I looked up to where New York really exists and took a picture of the second floor.



*Sånger från andra våningen (Roy Anderson- 2000)

A film poem inspired by the Peruvian poet César Vallejo. A story about our need for love, our confusion, greatness and smallness and, most of all, our vulnerability. It is a story with many characters, among them a father and his mistress, his youngest son and his girlfriend. It is a film about big lies, abandonment and the eternal longing for companionship and confirmation. Written by Fredrik Klasson {fredrik.klasson@telia.com}