I just had an intresting conversation with one of my neighbours. The one up the street with the hair-peice...
Standing at the kitchen-stove__waiting for the kettel to boil, i saw him and his partner being led up the ally__as though they were on their way to a fire. So with the sugar-jar i normally keep in my chambers__in hand, as i was filling it at the time, i went onto the back balcony; to see if i could better understand what was going on.
Anyway, before any of the four were compleatly out of sight, the two men__while the girls continued down the ally, turned around heading back towards their home. The guy that i know__on his return, was looking at every window in the neighbour-hood, but failed to make dirrect eye-contact with me.
Well the couriosity naturally got the better of me, so i asked: What's going on; while all the while being prepaired to be embarrassed; as he has once before ignored me in the presents of his friend, when i tried to say Hello. This was not like that occaision however, and i learned the girls were looking for a cat they found yesterday. A cat apparently they were just that same day, trying to give or sell to the neighbour-guy.
Ok, so the girls are gone now, and the Dude stops in his tracks; engauging in a quick/polite exchange in conversation with me.
I learn that he has four (4) cats in his little appartment no bigger than mine((4+1/2 rooms. And that apparently all these cats are fixed__if you can believe it, because i know the-Dude ain't got no money lol
Of course i was somewhat horrorifide to learn the fellow had four, count them, (4 cats!) and admittidly in Verdun, the sib-city where i live in Montreal, we are only allowed two-cats & two-dogs by/law. Anyway that's not my concern any more than it's yours__right?
I did make mention of how i could never immaging the difficulity of needing to change the cat-litter/box every day__for so meny stray animals, and, that i considered myself lucky to only have one to care for(although he is not a stray, as i requested him from another neighbour; just before he kicked it out into the streets; the way he does with all the kittens his two house-cats have every one of the four years i have been living in the area! Well anyway, apparently we did have a somewhat enjoyable little-talk together, as his friend just stood and listened, looked around or what__i don't know, because, i was'nt paying attention to him at all really. Still, it was a conversation in which i had to realize:
Not exactly everybody in the neighbour-hood thinks i'm just a peice of common Black-trash__who throws too meny orange-peels, lemon-rines and lawn-grass cuttings out into the traffic lol
So the two men are leaving now, and the-One says to me: Is everything all right with you up-there?
I causally say: Oh Yea...Sure, and wave my hand in a gesture, verbually replying: Thank-You!
Well that's the thing you see. I don't know if he actually heard me say Thank-You!!
Thank-You is one of those things i always mannage to say too humbelly, in too low a voice, and in a way that perhaps people don't actually realize how thank-full i actually am__just for being here, just for being alive, just for being Human__with a working mind! I am thankfull every minute of the day, and suppose the way i express it is through my art. And especially in the summer-time: the way i set-upy balconies__that people fron miles around come just to tale pictures of; more than anything else. And of course, these tears of joy__swelling-up in my eyes right now, as i realize__for this reason this post soon must end...well that's just another way i express it, i guess; though nobody can actually see my tears, i'm afraid, unless for some unusuall reason my Roomie comes out of his room lol
So guess this/blog is the only way i'm gonna remember to properly say: THANK-YOU; though i suspect were i just to raise my voice a little louder__from now on, more people will hear me say: Thank-You, than ever will read me on this/Page Ay
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Sunday, July 4, 2010
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