Tag: #Harlem

  • I Slept on the Couch

    Now, let me explain.

    As I said yesterday, the kid had a stomach bug, and she threw up a handful of times. So, as we got to bedtime, she understandably was nervous that she would get sick in the middle of the night. We gave her a bowl, just in case, and I promised her that I would stay in the living room, where she could easily call for me.

    Which meant that I slept on the couch.

    I guess I could have slept in my bed with my wife, but I was afraid that the kid would be up and down all night, and if she got me each time, then no one would get a good night’s sleep. You know, I was going to take one for the team.

    Turns out the kid slept soundly through the night.

    I, on the other hand, not so much. Not that I was upset about it. Not sleeping is part of the job.

    The couch isn’t the best to begin with, and the pads and pillows are getting worn down. When you lay on it, you feel the springs and the wood joints. I was waking up every hour or so, as when I would roll over, something would poke me.

    But the advantage the couch has over my bed is that the couch is next to a window. With it still being appropriately seasonable, the window was open with a slight cool early summer breeze coming in. As was the sounds of Harlem, that equally drifted in.

    Sure, there are sounds of sirens and car’s honking. Occasionally someone will start yelling, or a crashing sound explodes in the distance. All of that happened last night, as does that sound of the City humming. What makes that sound? Is it like white light, with all the colors combining to make it? Do all the City’s sounds mix together to make that hum?

    I bet some one could answer that question for me, but I don’t want to know the answer.

    The City just hums at night.

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  • My Little Apartment

    I just might spend my whole life in this little Harlem apartment. As funny as that sounds, this is a new thought for me. I have lived in this apartment for fourteen years, and I have always thought that one day, we would leave this place for another apartment, or miracle of miracles, a house. This apartment was always seen as a stepping stone to something else.

    But you know what… after fourteen years, I think I am coming around to see that this apartment is my home, and I will always have this place as my home.

    Sure, it’s tiny. In fact, it is very tiny. Two little bedrooms, a small kitchen, an even smaller bathroom. Two adults, a kid and a dog live in its confines, and if you add one more adult in the space, the apartment feels over-crowed, like it will explode, but what you are actually feeling is the anxiety of people being on top of each other.

    Yet, we are next to two subway lines. And a park. And a library. The kid’s school is walking distance and it’s a pretty good school. We like our neighbors in the building, and a police and fire station aren’t too far away either. We have made the apartment cozy, and each person has their own space to relax.

    Just wish we got more sunlight in the place.

    Maybe we might get a place upstate. Maybe a small farm house with a root cellar, and a place we can put all of our books. Maybe have enough land for the dog to run, and an old fieldstone wall cutting through the property. Maybe, one day.

    But in my little apartment, we have marked the kid’s height on the wall. The apartment is near a grocery store, and a place where me and the wife can get a dozen oysters on the half shell, and a pretty decent dirty martini.

    Maybe I will stay her forever after all.

  • You Had the Win

    This isn’t about sports, though it was a crazy sports weekend.

    I am currently doing my laundry, and as happens sometimes, a dryer ate someone’s quarters. The guy who lost his quarters, asked to get his money back, and an argument ensued between him and the people who run the laundromat. The details don’t matter other than, at the end of the argument, the guy got his quarters back.

    But…

    When the guy got his quarters back, he proceeded to scream and yell that the people who run the laundromat, calling them scammers, and that they can’t be trusted, and are garbage. Which caused the people who run the laundromat to accuse the man of the same thing, and they just kept yelling at each other.

    The thing that I can’t wrap my head around is that the guy who got his quarters back won. He didn’t need to say anything else, he got what he wanted. But he had to spike the ball. He had to push it. He had to make things worse.

    Sure, some people can’t help themselves, but man…

  • Random Thoughts of Living in NYC

    Funny thought… I would like to wear a suit again. Or, or, or… a sportscoat and tie. Nothing super formal, but dressed nice.

    I am casual all the time now, that I think a little style for the sake of style sounds fun.

    I grocery shopped today. I went to three different places, and it was enjoyable hopping around the Upper West Side, and then back to Harlem. I needed to get some dashi, and uncooked noodles, as I have it in my head that I will be making my own miso ramen sometime this week. I headed over to H Mart at 110th. Then there was the normal round of shopping at Trader Joe’s at 93rd. Funny thing was that at TJ’s, they had no produce, which was a little shocking. (The last time the store looked like that was the start of the pandemic.) Then back home to Harlem and hitting up the local grocery store for the final items. In all, about two hours to get it all done.

    I know that we are staring down another surge, and we all need to be careful, and I was. But, sometimes I do miss being out and watching the people. I miss seeing the weird, strange stuff that is piled up in front of buildings.

    Speaking of which…

    Most parks in the City have an area where people can leave their old Christmas Trees, so the City will dispose of them, and turn the trees into mulch. This morning, as I was walking by a park that had a huge pile of Christmas Trees, I saw that someone had left two bright orange pumpkins among all the green trees. It made me laugh as I walked by, and then after a couple of more steps, it hit me I should take a picture of this setting. When I turned around, there was a guy, a normal looking middle-aged white guy, who was pulling out the pumpkins from the pile of trees. He held the pumpkins in front of his face, as if gaging their worth, and then he took off with them.

    Why? What for? What could he possible be thinking that he needs with two, quite possible, four-month-old pumpkins? It was confounding with the amount of possibilities that these pumpkins could be used for.

    Yet another reason it is still fun to live in this town.

  • The Thanksgiving Blog

    When it comes to prepping for Thanksgiving, we have our own family tradition, which is me running around like a madman on the final days leading up to the meal, trying to get the last of everything. The first year I did this, in 2006, it was snowing as I ran around Harlem on Thanksgiving Day, looking for a place that would sell cooking twine. (I found it at a dollar store.) This week has been no different, and it’s kept my mind off other things, which is good.

    This morning I had to head out to Whole Foods on Lenox and 125th. It is only a 15-minute walk from our apartment, and today I felt like I should take my time and not rush. I have been scurrying all week, and that hasn’t been making me feel better so I thought, taking it easy, and looking around might be worth a shot.

    And I did. I walked along 126th, and went by the stage door for the Apollo Theater, and wonder what crazy shit has happened at that spot. That took me to the Alhambra Ballroom, which was a venue that Dizzy, Monk, Coltrane all played at one point. When I was on the northwest corner of Lenox and 125th, I thought about how Lou Reed sang about buying drugs on this corner. Now, it has a Whole Food and a CVS. A lot can change in 50 years.

    Heading home, I walked along 123rd to look at the brownstones, and I thought about the family gatherings that were underway, or about to begin. With the exception of three, me and the wife have spent every Thanksgiving in Harlem. It really is a wonderful neighborhood, this little corner of Manhattan which we have made our home, and started a family in. Nothing feels like home, and it was good to remind myself of that.

    This will most likely be it from me for this week. I don’t plan on putting a blog up tomorrow, and it really depends on how I feel on Friday, but odds are I won’t. So, as we all celebrate tomorrow, I hope that you all have a good and Happy Thanksgiving!