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Sep. 30th, 2023 05:49 pmAfter watching three hours of Foundation S2 - I decided to do laundry. Actually a phone call from my Mother, motivated me.
Mother: Are you doing laundry or have you done it yet?
Me: No..
Mother: So you haven't been down in the basement to see if it is okay?
Me: Been kind of avoiding it, just in case.
Mother: I thought you'd want to know if the family in the basement apartment survived?
So, I go do laundry with some but not a great deal of trepidation. Turns out to be a good time and day to do it. Only person I run into is an old home health care worker in green scrubs and a bandana. I think she's Russian, she doesn't appear to speak English or want to? Also she looks Russian or Polish, one or the other. She doesn't say a word. So no way of knowing. I talk. She doesn't.
No sign yet of the family living in the basement apartment. But there also are no signs of water damage, or even a moldy smell. Everything looks fine.
Later, while I'm taking laundry out of the dryer and folding it - the basement apartment door opens, and the little old Bengali grandfather comes out. We don't speak. He doesn't know a word of English or pretends not to. (I honestly don't know which nor does it matter. I don't know Bengali or Hindu and I'm not going to learn it any time soon. I've grown used to not knowing most of the languages around me, there are other ways to communicate after all.)
Whew. They survived. There was no flooding in the basement. No moldy smell.
All is right with the world. (My family was worried about them. I let my brother and mother know they were okay.)
**
Babs texted to see if I survived the flood and managed to make it to my lab work. No, I texted back. Going to try again on Monday, with any luck BYT won't have a hissy fit over it. [Neil Gaiman made it to do his dental work, and bro had a friend who made it upstate, but neither were traveling through Southern Brooklyn - which alas, got hit the hardest. We got 5-8 inches of rain in the space of 6 hours. They were traveling from upstate to Manhattan and back again - and it didn't get hit as hard.]
Babs wondered what BYT stood for. She could guess the B.
I texted back, Bright Young Thing. I had christened BYT with it when she threw a hissy fit over my telling one of my colleagues that they were only four years apart in age. I told Babs that I have a sarcastic sense of humor, she decided she probably does too.
Babs is a sweet heart and an individual I would jump in front of a bus for.
Actually I would do that for most people....because that's how I roll.
Whether they deserve it or not? I care about people. My words often do not match my actions or I may bark, but I don't bite.
**
I still think I may have food allergies. Or reactions to all the meds I'm taking. One or the other. I miss the days when my body was less complicated.
Mother: Are you doing laundry or have you done it yet?
Me: No..
Mother: So you haven't been down in the basement to see if it is okay?
Me: Been kind of avoiding it, just in case.
Mother: I thought you'd want to know if the family in the basement apartment survived?
So, I go do laundry with some but not a great deal of trepidation. Turns out to be a good time and day to do it. Only person I run into is an old home health care worker in green scrubs and a bandana. I think she's Russian, she doesn't appear to speak English or want to? Also she looks Russian or Polish, one or the other. She doesn't say a word. So no way of knowing. I talk. She doesn't.
No sign yet of the family living in the basement apartment. But there also are no signs of water damage, or even a moldy smell. Everything looks fine.
Later, while I'm taking laundry out of the dryer and folding it - the basement apartment door opens, and the little old Bengali grandfather comes out. We don't speak. He doesn't know a word of English or pretends not to. (I honestly don't know which nor does it matter. I don't know Bengali or Hindu and I'm not going to learn it any time soon. I've grown used to not knowing most of the languages around me, there are other ways to communicate after all.)
Whew. They survived. There was no flooding in the basement. No moldy smell.
All is right with the world. (My family was worried about them. I let my brother and mother know they were okay.)
**
Babs texted to see if I survived the flood and managed to make it to my lab work. No, I texted back. Going to try again on Monday, with any luck BYT won't have a hissy fit over it. [Neil Gaiman made it to do his dental work, and bro had a friend who made it upstate, but neither were traveling through Southern Brooklyn - which alas, got hit the hardest. We got 5-8 inches of rain in the space of 6 hours. They were traveling from upstate to Manhattan and back again - and it didn't get hit as hard.]
Babs wondered what BYT stood for. She could guess the B.
I texted back, Bright Young Thing. I had christened BYT with it when she threw a hissy fit over my telling one of my colleagues that they were only four years apart in age. I told Babs that I have a sarcastic sense of humor, she decided she probably does too.
Babs is a sweet heart and an individual I would jump in front of a bus for.
Actually I would do that for most people....because that's how I roll.
Whether they deserve it or not? I care about people. My words often do not match my actions or I may bark, but I don't bite.
**
I still think I may have food allergies. Or reactions to all the meds I'm taking. One or the other. I miss the days when my body was less complicated.