All is well.............me thinks

SO…..all is well I suppose…in the large scheme of things. 

My credit card has been stolen.

I’ve lost more weight.

I don’t even know if I am eating. I am officially smaller than a size ZERO!

I’ve unpacked more boxes, sliced up my hands to a bloody pulp with the recycling of boxes and drilling and screwing of closet rods and picture hangers and all of that!

Ugh, it’s all such a bore! 

My upstairs neighbor likes to walk for hours at a time in her apartment in what I imagine are platform punk rock boot slippers with iron spikes that occasionally fall off as she walks starting at 6AM.   Well, today it was 6:03am to be accurate.  And the Jack Russell circus training session commences around 7:15am.  Up and down. Fetch. Up and down. Jump up…up….up!  UP and DOWN!

WTF!

She isn’t an interesting person, and that matters because I can hear her cheap laughter and boring utterances thru the window and the ceiling.  She is either overly friendly with her father or dating someone who is almost three times her age!   He seems friendly enough, asking how I am doing every time he sees me and the pooch. But I wish he’d secure alternate housing for his little noisy friend there.

But not to fret….the glimmer of sparkle in all this are THE MEN!

They are everywhere on the block.  And they are splendid, all types, the grunge fest, the well dressed, the metro sexual..(does anyone even say that anymore), all fit and hot bods with full heads of hair! And they all SMILE generously….even SPEAK! 

Last week I met a creative director, an illustrator who was tickled that an artist moved into the building.  He works for one of the top ad agencies.  I have to find out if there is a significant other before I lick the stamp I want to smack on his forehead.   And I mean the one on his bum!  Make no mistake.

This morning I was asked out to coffee by a television producer / dilettante artist! THAT’S exactly what he said.  “Oh, I am a dilettante artist.”  He witnessed the tremendous efforts of my movers and I carrying massive paintings though his property to get it into mine!   We had a nice chat today as the dog sprinkled urine marking the block with his droplets of non virility.   He said that he found the block rather tame, that no one ever talked to him…and yet here he was, engaging with me for the THIRD TIME!  He practically invited himself over during my move while I trespassed thru his building…..and I almost snatched him right up but alas, I had the paintings to tend to.  

Life is still reeling,but a little bit less so. 

Things could be worse…..the stomper above could be incontinent or a really bad opera singer with a pet cougar.  So this week, it’s what I am thankful for.  What are you thankful for?  Best wishes everyone, enjoy precious time with those whom you love or doing what feeds your soul.

Happy thanksgiving all.