Wednesday, February 18, 2004

Pardon me for my absence.

I had to make sure that the problem that I mentioned in my last post was getting handled, and half of it is over. The good news, is that my greatest concern has been taken care of due to some cloak and dagger action across the continent by some very brash and smart individuals. I can't be more specific, but this is very good news and the big score. These caped crusaders got my property back from the shady business, and back to where it belongs in the hands of the lawful business.

It's not over, but from now on I'll be dealing with an esteemed, more than understanding, upstanding, and legitimate business that I should have trusted in the first place. To those who helped me with this first, most important coup, you rock. You won one for the good guys. Not to mention, saved my ass more than you'll ever know.

To the people who are associated with the shady company - a pox on you and your families, and a good dose of genital warts, ring worm, ingrown toenails, bed bugs, bird flu, crabs, irritable bowel syndrome, hives, scabies, and elephantitis of the tits and nuts, as well. If you'd run things on the level, you still could have had a good business and made money. But you got greedy, and chose the path of ripping people off who were already down on their luck.

Now, for step two, I haven't decided how I'm going to handle this one yet. That's the money part, but it's a much better outlook since step one was accomplished. I still don't have the cash, and don't know what the amount will be, but perhaps something can be worked out. Either way, I will have to accept it.

Then, step three. And that's exposing the shady business and the cockroaches who run it to the proper authorities. But first, I must take care of step two.

To those who wrote and were concerned. Thank you.

To my good friend who without being asked, made a twenty mile trip to investigate the second possibility of its location, thank you. Your selfless act provided me with a champion that I could trust on my side.

To the chatty brown-toothed lady at the register who shared with me that when she was flossing her teeth the night before she heard a clink in the sink and looked down to see her tooth rolling around inside the porcelain, then promptly bought a candy bar, thanks for reminding me how much worse I could have it. I can always rely on our customers to quickly put my life back into perspective for me.

Sunday, February 08, 2004

I made my first Baltimore friend today.

That is, outside of work and not someone that I met through my mom and Jack. The other day, I was fumbling with my keys to get in the door and met my neighbor who was coming up the stairs. We'd said our usual greetings and neighborly stuff when we'd passed before, but our schedules were so different that it would literally be months in between our exchanges not to mention sightings. The only proof I had of her existence was the brief whistle of her tea kettle in the morning, since her kitchen window is close to my bedroom window.

So, we started talking and found out that we had a lot in common. I guess there was something in the cards that night that had our exchange bloom from the usual hellos into a full blown conversation. As we spoke, Atticus meowed impatiently at the door as he heard me outside, and through that I learned that she was also a cat owner and the only other apartment in the building that didn't have mice. Coincidence? Don't think so. And since we are the only two apartments on the 2nd floor, that makes our floor mice free. Our building is over 100 years old, and having mice just comes with the territory.

That is, except on our floor.

A couple days later, I found a note from her that had been pushed under my door inviting me to go have coffee, and since I get home late and figured it was too late to call, I pushed a response under her door a few days later to accept. I have to say, that in the day of modern technology, the hand-written note can still be the best form of communication. It's unobtrusive, gives one time to respond, and isn't a hasty message left on a voice mail. I indicated in my response that I was a late sleeper, and on the day we were to go, there was yet another note telling me to knock on her door when I was ready.

We had coffee at a very cool sushi bar/coffee shop on Charles Street that had just opened and was in walking distance of our building. Another example of original architecture put to great use, in a four story, and yes, I said four story restaurant with table service but an atmosphere that invites you to hang out as long as you want. The entire place is open and loft like, with hard wood floors and metal stairways that jut out of the exposed brick walls.

Since my depressive episodes and finding myself in a pergatorial zone of neither here nor there, I've resisted making friends. At the same time, I've wanted to make new friends but was afraid that I wasn't reliable enough to be one. The thing is, that allowing yourself to do so opens up so many doors, including the comfort of knowing that you aren't the only one who feels that they are walking around the peripherals of day to day life. Or, that you are one of many who are searching for answers.

Best, is learning that you actually may have something to offer, after all.