Daughter of the Sun

Daughter of the Sun

Journal

Monday, November 30, 2004

I've decided it's time to find a new place to live. According to the Feng Shui experts, my apartment is facing the wrong way. That's why nothing pans out for me. "Things will almost come to fruition and then peter out," is what they said, which is exactly what has been happening. I need to live in a space that faces west, and my place faces east. Anyway, I'm tired of where I'm living. It's too noisy and overcrowded. I can't keep the windows open because the noise keeps me awake and I'm constantly having to vacuum and dust because all the soot and grime rises up from the subway below as well as from all the traffic constantly passing by. Then, being close to two police precincts as well as down the street from the local fire station makes for a very noisy location. I have to sleep with earplugs if I don't want to wake up every 15 minutes.

I'm going to look at a couple of places tomorrow. One of them is in a brownstone where there's a recording studio, which could be a good thing. In their ad in the paper, they said there was 4:20 going on there. I had no idea what that meant, so I asked. "They smoke a lot of weed," was the explanation the girl gave me who answered the phone. She said it was a problem for her, which is one of the reasons she's moving. "Can you smell it in your room?" I asked. "No," she answered. "Well," I said, "as long as I can go into my room and close the door, I don't care if they're smoking or not." It'll be nice just to be able to go into my own bedroom and close the door.

Thanksgiving turned out okay. I wound up cooking after all. I spoke with a couple of my female neighbors. They were both feeling down in the dumps and I felt that a dinner would cheer them up, so I pretended I was planning to cook all along and invited them over. TT was there as well of course. I made Roast Turkey with Stuffing and Gravy; Macaroni and Cheese; Turnip and Kale Greens; and Candied Yams. TT supplied eggnog and the jellied cranberry sauce. One of my neighbors made little lemon tarts and sweet potatoe pie. We ate until we were stuffed. I was too full to sit down, so I figured I might as well clean the kitchen, which I would ordinarily have put off until the next day.

I got a call from one of my neighbors yesterday. I was knocked out when she called because SB came for a visit with her husband and kids and they spent the night. One of the kids slept in the bed with me and kicked me all night long. Needless to say, I didn't get much sleep, so when they left at 6:00 yesterday evening, I fell out shortly thereafter and didn't wake up until about 3:00 A.M., feeling wide awake. I heard my phone ring at one point yesterday evening but I was much too tired to even attempt to answer the phone. When I checked the message at 3, it was from one of my neighbors who spent Thanksgiving with me. "I hope I wasn't out of line," she began, "but I was on the subway today and I overheard two women having a conversation. One of them works at MTV in the department for new artists. I told her about you and she gave me her card. Call me when you get this message."

Of course I wasn't going to call her at 3:00 in the morning. I just tried her at work and got her voicemail. I left a message and if I don't hear back from her by the end of the business day, I'll call her at home this evening.

I went to the movies on Friday evening to see The Incredibles. Finally. Just about everybody else has seen it. ECB said it was one of the best movies she's ever seen. That's high praise. Truthfully, I wasn't that impressed with it. Don't get me wrong; it was a very enjoyable, highly entertaining movie but I certainly wouldn't go so far as to say that it was one of the best movies I've ever seen. What, then, are the best movies I've ever seen, you might ask. Well, here's my top ten list

(Not necessarily in this order and not necessarily all the time. This is my favorite ten today. Subject to change without notice.)

At Play In the Fields of the Lord (The cinematography was spectacular!)
Sling Blade (Brilliantly acted and directed.)
Antwone Fisher (How could you not cry watching that movie?)
The Philadelphia Story (Okay, I love British humor.)
Alien (only the first one)
The Color Purple (I go through a box of tissues every time I watch it.)
Sleepless In Seattle (Yes, I know, it's a chick movie.)
Invasion of the Body Snatchers (The original black & white and the one with Jeff Goldblum.)
The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie
Marnie

I'm almost finished with my new song, "Never Gonna Be Mommy." I have to do the background vocals and spruce up the drums a bit.

Well, that's all the news that's fit to print.

More soon...

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