6 posts tagged “brooklyn”
Have you ever felt like you just want to get up and start dancing, dancing until your cheeks are flushed, your legs wobbly in that good way after hours and hours of music surging through them, twirling and grooving and not even caring about anything but the moment?
I'm not talking about going to some stupid club filled with idiots, a doorman, a whole *scene* - I'm talking about your favorite dive bar, you know the one with the dim lighting and the kick-ass jukebox, just you and a few friends and a cool bartender, drinks and laughter all around, spontaneous "oh, I love this song" - "I do, too" - get off your barstool and just go for hours and hours, the time passes and before you know it you've been out long past your usual, respectable, grown-up bedtime and you don't even care because it's so good to feel so young and alive again, so good not to worry about how your job is killing your soul, and his job makes him cranky, and you're not sure where you want to be next or what you want to be doing or how you're going to make it all work out, and these are all things you need to think about because that's what grown-ups do, but none of that matters right now in this moment. A sip of your drink and another song that you love starts playing, and you're dancing again like nobody's watching, the smile hasn't left your face in hours and you know that when you finally stop, finally get home, feed the cats, fall into bed, you're going to sleep like you haven't slept in ages, no worries, just the music still coursing through the muscles in your legs, that good tired ache. You're young again, briefly, without a care in the world.
If this doesn't tickle you right down to the tips of your toes, you have no soul.
One unfortunate side effect of all of the renovations being done to our place and to the homes on either side of ours is that all of the little creepy crawlies that you tend to find in buildings of a certain age in big cities have been uprooted from the little cracks and spaces where they used to reside, and are now looking for new places to be. I'm sure the pile of rotting wood ripped from the exterior of the house which is sitting in the basement studio isn't helping matters... I shudder to think what might be slithering around in there.
Anyway, I'm going through a period of poor sleep and downright insomnia again, so I've been awake well past my normal bedtime and/or up before the sun for the last few nights. I woke at about 5 a.m. on Sunday, stumbled to the bathroom and turned on the light to discover a massive, shiny black bug zipping around on the tile floor. I immediately retreated to the sofa, pulled my legs up underneath me and "ew! ew! ewwwwwww!"-ed" for a good five minutes, trying to regain my composure. Kali, the intrepid hunter, was so startled by the size of the damn thing when she went to investigate that she actually HID BEHIND THE BATHROOM DOOR and "mew! mew! MEW!"-ed rather than locking on the target and destroying it as is her normal way. (Dub just stared, sleepy and confused.) Our combined "ew!"s and "mew!"s woke Mike up, and he disposed of the creature swiftly, then returned to bed. My hero.
Last night, things got worse. Both Dub and Kali have been very interested in the nooks and crannies around the stove and cabinets for the last few days, and I suspected we might have a mouse. My suspicions were, unfortunately, confirmed, as I sat on the sofa watching Iron Chef America at about 1 a.m. and witnessed a furry little brown critter skittering across the backsplash. HORRIFYING. Dub, who was firmly planted on the kitchen rug, his head as close to the crack between the stove and the cupboard as he could get it, missed the whole thing. I didn't want to wake Mike (again), and I'll be damned if I was going to try to catch the thing myself, so I just tried to forget about the whole thing - went into the bedroom and burrowed under the covers, making sure no skin was exposed.
It's probably pointless to try to get rid of these critters while work continues on our place, but I'm seriously more than a little freaked out about sharing living space with them. I'm also not keen on the idea of coming home to mousie guts on the floor, or even worse being witness to "mew mew CRUNCH."
