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  • Dance of the Parked Cars

    We have a car in the City. It is something that I thought we would never really do, but here we are. To be honest, it’s been great having the car. It has been our release valve with the pandemic, just allowing us to get out of the City, regardless if we actually get out of the car, and just drive around. It has helped in running errands, and we have even helped friends out when they needed a quick ride.

    But as with all good things, the is always a downside.

    And that would be parking on the street.

    I just dread having to park the car. Not only am I a horrible parallel parker, but it is a level of Lord of the Flies out there for a spot.

    But the bane, demon curse of my life is Alternative Side Parking! Here are the current NYC Rules, and I fear when things go back to normal. Currently, I have to go out once a week and move the car, and the dilemma I am in is whether to sit in the car, and wait for the street sweeper to come, move the car out of the way, and then back into my spot. That sounds simple, but it could mean that I have to sit in our car for an hour and a half. Or, I can leave my spot and see if I can find one where the sweeper has already gone through, which is a risk, as that could take five minutes, or one time took me an hour and a half to find a spot.  

    What is really interesting, and I should take a pic of it, are the people who line up their cars on the opposite side of the street, waiting for the sweeper to go by. There are guys smoking in their cars, or reading the paper, neighbors talking to each other, sharing coffee. It appears to be such a feeling of community and neighborliness fraternity on those blocks, that it does make me envious for their parking reality.

  • Taking A Walk, Clearing My Head

    We had a pretty decent weekend. We weren’t too ambitious, like coming up with home improvement projects, or deciding that we had to go on a road trip. We just stayed at home and ran errands.

    One of the errands that I took care of was going grocery shopping. I got a crazy idea, which was that I going to do the shopping out of our neighborhood, but I was going to walk there. (I have put on some Covid weight. A nice solid ten pounds.) It was a good 40-minute walk to get to the 93rd street Trader Joe’s.

    It had been a while since that I had left our neighborhood, and it was a nice Fall day to take a walk. It was cool, but I found not cool enough to wear a light jacket. There were more people out than I expected. With the exception of masks, it almost looked normal out. I know we are still a long way from getting back “to normal,” but I have to keep hope alive.

    The other thing was that this was the first time, in a very long time, that I did something by myself. And had a good amount of time to myself. Time to think about ideas, and stories, and current events, and odd song lyrics. I even thought about that guy skateboarding while listening to “Dreams.”

    It was a simple act of self-care. Just a walk, listening to music, and thinking about things. It did give me a lift, and made me feel better about where I am in my process, which is still very much in the beginning phases. And being at the beginning is a good place.

  • Pondering the Change Out My Window

    The lot behind our apartment is in full blow construction now. There are workers swarming all over the lot, laying rebar, pouring cement, sawing things, and having equipment dropped off. It starts right at 7am, and goes until 6pm some days. We used to have our windows, but now it is difficult to do because of the noise, and the dust being kicked up. Sadly, we know that as we live in the third floor, that this 10-story condo tower will block out the sun and even the sky from our windows. We fear that we will be looking at brick walls out of all of our widows in a year.

    Yesterday, I found myself watching all the construction from my window. There was a sort of rhythm, steady movement of people go to and coming from different areas of the worked site. Guys spray painting lines and numbers on the recently poured cement floors, people cutting 2×4’s, people removing bags of trash, and one guy with plans walking around the site.

    I am witnessing the slow destruction of my window to the world. Sometimes I feeling like I should be more upset about this, my wife certainly is, but it just feels like this is the awfulness that is progress, or capitalism. I still haven’t decided. Maybe it is a metaphor for all the change that is happening in the world. Maybe it has no meaning. Either way, it is happening.

  • Busy Backson

    The day with the kid got away from me. What I wanted to talk about was the construction happening next door and how that affects concentration.

    Hopefully tomorrow…

  • Internet is Out

    So… when our internet went out today, yes, everything grounds to a halt. I’m on my phone writing this, and it feels like I have been defeated by the tech Gods.

    The wife needed to work, the kid needed to go to school, and I wanted to use today pushing people to help Flip the Senate. None of that happened.

    Yeah, I’m pretty annoyed. I had a plan for today and it all went to shit fast. This was supposed to be a test first day at making a change. I got all fired up over the weekend with the passing of RBG. I was ready to get into good trouble.

    Now I have to wait a day… The Revolution will be streamed later…