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.
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