3/18/19 21:41 Hellertown, PA
Yesterday, was a busy Sunday. I attended a service at the UCC in town, this is the progressive UCC compared to the conservative UCC and felt welcomed and comfortable during the coffee hour. It’s not very common when I’d accept the coffee and the company of strangers. I spoke to some of the men. It’s not a good idea to socialize with the women, unless they’re above a certain age and the safety net is tossed. I smiled at the kids and babies. The generations in the room who had grown up in the church. I met two men named Kurt which is an uncommon name on Long Island. I may go back and may get involved in their garden. I ran 7 miles yesterday through the Saucon trail and was impressed with how many runners were out. Some were running hard and others were out for the clean air. Watched two hawks circling in the warm air, glanced at the streams flowing under the bridges. Song birds were out. The first day of Spring is on Wednesday. I’m finding my name is not that common in the area, but I digress. I am tired. It’s that time of the night when I can either do something productive of get lost in the internet, for instance finding a yoga studio. I was looking for one in Bethlehem since I am moving. Yes, I am moving again. This is one of those examples when I should have listened to my gut and passed on the place where I am currently living. I don’t want to go into too much detail, but I feel deep down, this shit hole would be warmly welcomed by a young Charles Bukowski. He would be comfortable, with a door without a door knob, without a real lock, the hook and eye is all I got to block any intruder. There is carpet on the floors. The carpet is stained and loose. So what, the window is cracked and was taped over, perhaps it was taped over decades ago with that thin brown translucent tape, and someone pulled it off - maybe - seven years ago, leaving dried brown strips, now etched into the dirty surface of the glass. It is still cracked, like a tree branch. What caused it? A fit of jealous rage? I asked the landlord a few times since being here, when was he going to fix it. He will hire a handyman. He had a busy week at work. He had an excuse. The handyman is busy as well. So what, there is a draft coming through the shitty windows. So what, the advertised phrase – quiet – was not that accurate for this house…on a busy street…trucks and endless commuters pass by starting at 0500, they are driving to the main highway in the area. There is 78 with all of its lanes and there is the road in front of this house with two congested lanes. I should have listened to my gut. The landlord wanted me to share a mini fridge with the other roomer up here, wanted me to hang my clothes on something since there is not a closet. So, I wrestled with the idea, having two different curtains, sealing the windows with foam, which I bought. It was all a good motivator to buy something in the area. The only problem is the room is not quiet or peaceful and I don’t sleep very well on the shitty twin bed that came with the room. Like new it was advertised. Maybe when Hank Aaron played for the Milwaukee Braves, then and only then it was new. There is not a dresser, nor a desk, nothing to put my clothes in. I pull the different color curtains over the shitty windows and sit on a hard chair in the kitchen. I was motivated and found another place. Yesterday. It all took place yesterday. This one is in Bethlehem. Get this, the rent is the same. There is a living room, a dining room and a big kitchen. There is a back yard and I am in walking distance to Main Street, to the brewery and the yoga studios, the book store, the oldest in the world, and I can go for runs through the town and I will sleep soundly in the bigger bed and quiet room. There are new windows in the room, and the curtains are the same color. There is a huge closet and a dresser and in a few weeks, I will move into this place since I made the wrong choice when I picked this dump. Reminds me of when I lived in Coram for a month, 24 years ago. Same deal. I knew I made a mistake, but moved in and regretted each morning I woke up there. So, maybe a month is not bad after all?
Thank you for reading this.