Wednesday, March 27, 2024

The promise of the night

 

I’m a night person. I always have been. If I had my druthers I’d stay up til dawn pretty much every night. At night my mind seems to come most alive. I love the quiet. I love that the world around me slows down, shuts the fuck up and I can enjoy the silence. I used to go for walks late at night just to enjoy the ghost town feeling. Of course, those walks couldn’t drift towards any bars but I‘d walk all the way up or down side streets. Once upon a time I used to walk down Ashland. I used to walk up and down Chapin Parkway and Lincoln Parkway when I lived next to them. I could get lost in my mind, without distraction, without restriction. What I’d sacrifice in color and vision in the darkness, I’d substitute in peace and imagination and that could be quite enlightening. The night has its own dark beauty. Most times music sounds better at night. Movies are more fun at night. Books really come alive at night.

 

"What a nice night for an evening."  - Steven Wright

 

Did you ever notice night falls and the day rises? I fell for the night all right. From a young age I’ve embraced it and I admit I’ve had a chip on my shoulder my whole life because the night is a promise that we never got to keep. When I was a kid, I always had to go to sleep early because it was a “school night”. When I finally got through almost 20 years of school I took a few years and enjoyed the night thoroughly but before too long I had to grow up despite my stubbornness and then what used to be school nights became “work nights”… always an excuse to get to bed at a “reasonable hour”.

 

But you still get weekends, don’t cha? What happens if you stay up all night on the weekend and then you get to Sunday night? Your sleep schedule gets all messed up. Weekends are a lie in that way. A tease. We work our whole lives til we get old and used up. Then we can stay up as late as we want but you and I both know old people are not night owls. The pants get pulled up higher, it takes longer to get up them stairs and we are so tired. Naps are no longer negotiable.

 

"I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day."  - Vincent Van Gogh

 

These days I work a shift from 10am to 630pm Monday thru Friday. I wake up at 9:30 each morning since I work from home and even though all I have to do is get up, pee and then move into the other room and turn on all my work equipment and apps, I often barely make it on time. Many “work nights” I am up til 2 or 3am. I can’t help myself. My mind is going and I can’t possibly stop it so some days are a bit harder than others. All I want is to stay up all night and do whatever the muse tells me to do. And if the muse is off that night, then the angel and devil on my shoulder can chime in or my inner child can get me moving. Maybe the dreamer can dream and the curious cat can dig. I want to learn things, love things, create things and enjoy things… and I want to do it all night long. Is that too much to ask for in this life? Cheers to all you night people out there.

 

"Life begins at night."  - Charlaine Harris



Thursday, March 21, 2024

Sore hands

 

I type a lot at work. Every time I handle an account I have to notate it. Often there's a lot of notes so I'm literally typing all day. By many afternoons my fingers, hands and arms below the elbow get tired, sore and I can’t wait to stop typing. Now those of you who have seen my blog posts, views on life or straight up rants may find that hard to believe. I know I'm more epic poem than haiku guy. But the funny thing is, I'll be finishing up those last few hours at work and my hands hurt and I am just so sick of typing. Then I clock out. Then shortly later that evening I suddenly find myself writing/typing a lot more on my own time of my own accord and wouldn’t you know, my hands feel fine. I'm sitting at the same desk I work on, in the same chair. So how do I explain this?

 

Lately I feel like my body is reacting to my subconscious or maybe increasingly less subconscious disgust of work. I'm sick of typing for the man... well, except for this one. When it's my shit, my time, my thoughts and ideas, it would seem my desire and ability to type is evergreen. When it's for someone else, with their arbitrary rules and their bullshit terminology, typing their words, contrived phrases and inauthentic crap, suddenly I start getting tired and cramping up real easy. Funny how that works. Maybe that's what a brat I am. Or should I say rebel. My hands have been doing someone else's work most of my adult life and I am increasingly over it. I want to write, to create, or "notate" the way I want to. Unfortunately, "my way" doesn't pay the rent. It doesn't put food in my belly or provide security. At least not til this point it hasn't. I’ve thought about this a lot and all I want to do with the rest of my life is learn, create, ponder, laugh, sing, enjoy and show love. I hope to get there someday and hopefully not when I'm too broken down or too dead to devote all my energy to it. I honestly think this is what my hands are telling me. They're saying enough surviving, let's start living! Time to smell the coffee, enjoy the fruits… if only it were that easy. This life tends to hide the coffee and limit the fruits but for now, I will try to do these things the best I can with the time I have, but damn if only my fingers didn't belong to someone else 40 hours a week. I'd take them back if I could... well, except maybe one of them. 

Saturday, March 9, 2024

Piss and trash aka why I stay inside

 
 

I live in an apartment building in Ken-Ton. It’s a small apartment building. There’s only 5 apartments and because it’s an apartment building, the cost of rent is among the better you’ll find anywhere in the area. If you’ve been a friend of mine for a while, you’ll remember I’ve had some bad apartment experiences after I was priced out of the Elmwood Village in the fall of 2016. I tried living in an apartment building in a nice spot on Hertel and that was a disaster. I then moved into Kenmore with mixed results. My current apartment while old and dated in some ways has been mainly quiet and peaceful, which is nearly all I wanted. But… it’s still an apartment building and because of that you deal with and see things you probably won’t see even 50 yards down the street where people’s homes are. Mostly because if a strange car were to park in front of a homeowner’s home out here there will likely be eyes on them and a who is f- is this vibe. I think this is true of a lot of suburbs. Kenmore ain’t exactly Clarence or one of the most affluent burbs but the sentiment is similar. I’m not judging folks here but I’ve seen it with my own eyes several times over the years. If a strange car parks in front of someone’s home there’s a vibe. Who is this? Why are they here? The nuttiest ones will take pictures of them or post online if they think someone is suspicious. The neighbors generally know the other neighbors and are familiar with their vehicles. My point is, the type of stuff I’ve seen the last 2 afternoons aren’t as likely to happen 50 yards down the street.

 

Not only do I live in a small apartment building, it is an apartment complex. There are several other identical two story buildings spaced out up and around the block. Behind all the buildings are parking lots. In front is street parking. During the winter the town enforces an overnight parking ban so this time of year, people tend to utilize the parking lots as opposed to spring and summertime where some will park on the street because getting in and out of the building might be easier using the front door rather than going down and through the basement to use the back door to the parking lot. You’ll see a lot of similar type apartment complexes on Delaware Avenue and more on Elmwood, Kenmore, Sheridan and Colvin. Basically all of the major streets and bus routes have them. I’m sure the homeowners near them don’t like them because they are the closest thing to low cost housing the burbs has and people with homes and cars and maybe a little bit of money are taught to fear those with less or none of those things because of a belief they will try to steal what they have, or because they think they will bring a bad element to the neighborhood. I’ve been seeing it all my life. Plus I know at least some of these complexes will take people who are getting their rents paid by government programs. I think of the 5 apartments in my building, only 3 of us work full time, perhaps even just 2. Now when it comes to people who are retired, or on disability or are just poor, it’s just like anyone else. Some people are decent folks, others are jerks. I don’t think that matters whether you are living in a building of budget apartments or luxury condos. But perception is everything.

 

Strange people are always parking right in front my building who don’t live here, have any business with anyone who lives here or in one of the nearby buildings. A chunk of them are people who are visiting or sometimes working at the retirement home across the street who has it’s own parking lot but perhaps there’s a reason why not everyone uses it. Another chunk of people who park in front of my building are people who are doing so for a very short time. I’ve looked out my window and seen folks reading, eating, texting, talking on the phone, napping, smoking and more. It’s a popular pull over spot and it’s not in front of the home of someone specific, plus my street is a quiet street right off of Elmwood, so maybe it’s convenient for those reasons. Yesterday, a car pulled up and parked right in front of my building. With my desk right at my front window I have eyes on the street in front of me and I admit sometimes I get sucked into the whole “who’s that” game when I have nothing better to do. I didn’t recognize the car so I played the fun game: “retirement home, visitor, delivery or something else”. This is the game where I have to determine, as quickly as I can, what their purpose for stopping was. I saw it was a man in the car, alone. I decided he was a “something else” as I felt he was gonna just stop, maybe to check his phone or make a call. I was partially right and it was something else but this was to eat. I could see him start to dig into a sandwich or sub of some kind. And now with far less mystery to entertain, I got back to what I was doing.   

 

About ten minutes later my eyes noticed movement and I looked outside and saw the man had got out of the car and was now standing just outside the passenger door on the curb. He was finishing the last bite of his sandwich and then casually just dropped both the wax paper it was wrapped in and bag the sub came in on the ground. I immediately got annoyed. You’re just gonna drop your garbage on the ground? People litter all the time and it’s a fact of life but it’s still infuriating when it’s done right in front of you and right in front of where you live. Within 30 seconds he got back into the car and like that, he was gone. All that was left of him was balled up wax paper and a Jim’s Steakout sub bag. Buy local!

 

For the next few hours I glanced out my window every now and again and saw the garbage on the grass out in front. I was having internal conversations about going out there and grabbing the trash but part of me was screaming at me; “don’t you dare clean up after that asshole”. Perhaps that’s why the world is in the shape it’s in, because we are too prideful and stubborn to lend a hand. It’s almost like if I saw the man drop the stuff and thought it was an accident, I’d be much happier to go there and clean up after him rather than watching a jerk discard their trash in such a cavalier way with an attitude like, it’s not my problem now. For the record, I had things to do inside for a bit and got caught up in that but then as evening began, I looked outside for the trash to see if it was still there and it was not. Either someone else cleaned it or mother nature relocated it. As the night went on I kept thinking about it and thinking about other ways in which people are selfish and do not consider the feelings of others or what their actions can do. Butterfly effect much?

 

I woke up today and I had forgotten about it. I slept in and took a seat at my desk to get caught up on the day. I must have missed so much, I mean, I hadn’t been logged in for nearly 11 hours! Sarcasm notwithstanding, it was around the same time in the afternoon as the littering yesterday when a strange car pulled up in front of my building again. It was time once again to play the game of “retirement home, visitor, delivery or something else”. I saw it was a man alone in the car. He began fiddling with something in his passenger seat almost immediately so I guessed, must be delivery. I was wrong. He just sat in the car for several minutes and I got wrapped up into something for a few so I lost track and interest. About 15 minutes later I noticed him standing alongside the passenger side door of the car, just like where the guy was yesterday only he wasn’t eating anything, he was just diddling with his phone. I thought, well at least he isn’t littering. And then like he had heard me and had a twisted sense of humor he reaches down and he took it out. Yes he took it out and started peeing while continuing to play with his phone. At least that’s what he was playing with. He was multitasking as an act of subterfuge. For me it was a double eww. The first eww was having this guy just flick his dong out and pee so casually in front of my window and building. The second eww was the thought of how easy it was for him to get in and out so he was absolutely working commando today. Double eww. I wanted to knock on my window to try to startle him because guys really love it when they get startled while trying to pee somewhere they should not. I thought maybe I could startle him and he’d flinch and pee on himself. That would be hilarious and just but time was precious. While I was overthinking options he finished up and flicked it back in just like that and pulled out a cigarette. So now you are gonna pee on the grass and then drop a cigarette butt on it too. What a dirtbag. I then snapped the picture you see here on this post. The resolution is not good enough to out anyone but I wanted to illustrate what my view looked like.

 

So now I’m left wondering. Will someone tomorrow afternoon drop a deuce on the grass next to their car? After today’s lovely act, I pulled down the blinds and thought maybe they should just be left down, lol. All of this shameless behavior made me remember why I prefer to stay inside mostly. There far less piss and trash in here.