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  1. Gloved Love in the Neighborhood

    Sunday, February 21, 2021

     








    It had been quite a number of days since I had any time with my feline friend, Mustache, who lives in the discount store down 198th Street.  Today I went in there to use the ATM.  While waiting for the machine to process my request, someone was rubbing against my leg and saying “meow.” 


    “Mustache, it’s so nice to see you.  I’ve missed you.”


    After getting my cash, I bent down to give Mustache some petting.  She jumped up on some boxes.  “Yes, that makes it easier for me,” I told her.  She clearly had missed me too.


    One of the people in the store was telling me how much the cat loves me and that I should take her home.  This man tells me that whenever we are all in the store at the same time.  I always tell him that she’s not up for adoption, that she lives in the store.  This man is always trying to convince me that Mustache loves me and doesn’t act this way with anyone else.  I let him know that I know she loves me and that she knows I love her.  Another customer chimed in, “She gives the cat love.”  I nodded to her and we both smiled which is recognizable even with masks on.  It also struck me how much the woman didn’t find the love a mystery whereas the man always seems to sound like it’s unbelievable.


    So Mustache and I continued our affection session.  I had knit gloves on and wondered if that felt more like her cat mother to her.  And then the man told me that she caught a rat earlier.  “It was almost as big as the cat.”  I made gagging sounds.  He hurried to assure me that she caught it but didn’t eat it.  I shuddered anyway.  I continued to pet her and even told her, “You did your job.”  But I was so glad I had my gloves on the whole time. 



    to CGG-M


    Mindy Matijasevic

     


  2. Peeking out of Hibernation

    Friday, February 19, 2021


     






    Hi people.  I went AWOL for a couple of months.  Hibernating in a way.  Thanks to many of you for checking in on me.  The holidays, the cold, and falling into a funk of sorts just had me feeling not very communicative.

     

    I’m dealing with health issues and lack of money.  Such fun.

     

    People from different areas of my life have been very generous to me.  In that way, I feel very, very lucky.   And I am very, very grateful.

     

    My most productivity is when I am decluttering in my apartment.  I’m just amazed at how much stuff is in here.  Unbelievable.  It feels good to fill garbage bags.  It also feels good to fill bags for the shelter in my neighborhood.

     

    I weigh more than I have ever weighed in my life (including when nine months pregnant).  I think sitting way too much is a big factor.

     

    Some pandemic confessions:

            I am finding it easier and easier to be a hermit.  I rarely even return phone calls.

            I got hooked on a season of “The Bachelorette.”  I had never watched  it before.  Not my thing.  Yet I got hooked.

            Shamefully, I got interested in “The Bachelor” as well.

            One day I really sunk.  I couldn’t tolerate listening to Trump’s defense attorneys anymore, and I watched half of the Maury show.  Yeah, the “You ARE the father” show.  I was shocked at myself.  I haven’t done that again.

           

    I am soooooo looking forward to the relief check.  I need it just to catch up with some things and stock up on some things.  It’s not about a trip to Cancun for me.

     

     

     

    Much love to CGG-M  ❤❤❤

           


  3. Mindy's Monday

    Monday, December 14, 2020


     

    So the day began with my bladder ordering me awake.  The neighbor upstairs was doing his workout upstairs involving heavy equipment that he drags along his floor/my ceiling, and he drops weights and all kinds of things that make me feel I will die by ceiling.  So I couldn’t go back to sleep.  I was still tired and needed my dream time.  But I went out to get coffee and a bagel.

     

    Physically, I have been feeling somewhat weak, so instead of going to my preferred store, I went to a closer store.  I asked for a buttered bagel lightly toasted.  When I got home, I saw I had a partially burnt roll lightly buttered.  We both spoke English well, so it wasn’t a misunderstanding.

     

    I was hungry, so I ate most of it.  I wanted to go back to sleep, but the MF-er upstairs was doing his thing – treating the apartment like a gym.  It wasn’t built to be a gym, so this is a problem.  He seems to also run track up there.  I’ve made contact with him twice in the past and even told the super.  I have not told the landlord yet because I was hoping we could solve this without doing that.  In other ways he seems like a decent person.  I might have liked him if he didn’t live above me.  I took a big stick I have and banged on the ceiling a lot.  He eventually stopped.  


    I checked email and was encouraged by an email from the executive director of City Lore.  He asked for my okay to include a poem of mine in the Corona Archives and to use in a future exhibit. Oh yes!  Fine with me. The poem was about when we heard Biden was announced the winner of the presidential election.  He said I caught the moment.  That felt good.  I need to feel good.


    I went back to sleep.

     

    Disturbing dreams as usual, but they have to happen so that I may have some peace when awake.

     

    Woken by someone knocking on my door.  It was the delivery of a package from a beautiful woman I was lucky to have as a boss for four years several years ago.  She made a difference in my life, and I often relive times with her in my mind just to feel better. 

     

    I haven’t opened the package yet; I like to elongate the anticipation.

     

    I fell back asleep, and then it was night.  See how topsy-turvy my life has become?  I lost my job before the pandemic and then everything just became harder.  But honestly, with the new administration at that job, I wouldn’t have lasted there anyway.  It became almost the opposite of what it was 18 years earlier when I began working there. 

     

    I went out to some stores.  In the Mexican place where I was waiting for my chicken tacos, a man who is a regular in the neighborhood, came into the store (which is small and only allows one person at a time now) to try to sell me a pocketbook for $5.  The owner told him he couldn’t be there without a mask.  He left, and on his way out, told me, “I just want to get something to eat.”  I told him, “I know.”  I got my tacos, paid with a five-dollar bill and got a dollar back.  When I left the store, I gave him the dollar.  There are days when I am searching pockets, under couch pillows, old pocketbooks, etc. for change. So I know one day I might miss that dollar, but tonight, I was able to spare it.  He thanked me and said, “God bless you.”

     

    When I returned, I checked my mail and there was a fat envelope from my friend Liz who I met in my twenties at a corporate job. She was one of the rare ones with humanity.  She kept me afloat during those trying years.  I haven’t opened that yet either. 

     

    I often feel God has blessed me even if as a child, I wondered if God knew I was here.




      5th night of Hanukkah

     

     


    So much love to CGG-M. 💚 💛 💜


  4. Survived Thanksgiving

    Tuesday, December 1, 2020


     






    I slept most of Thanksgiving Day.  People called and left messages on my land line’s answering machine.  I heard the messages as they came in.  One was from a friend and former co-worker, Steven.  He said that he hoped I wasn’t alone.


    Thanksgiving was typically a hard holiday for me since childhood.  It’s very family-oriented, and I had a hard family experience. Then it continued to feel like a sad holiday for me with the exception of the years my once-friend Brenda invited me to join her family.  She had two adorable children, and I had a wonderful toddler.  She had a high chair in her apartment, so we were set.  My son loved being with her children.  His cheeks were covered with mashed potatoes by the end of the meal.  


    Those were precious times, but, for me, the holiday always felt difficult.  Eventually Brenda moved away in more ways than one.  I was in an unhappy situation, so no matter what went on for the holiday, I felt sad. Years later, more developments happened that just made the holiday worse. Eventually, I began to act as if it weren’t a holiday, and I treated it as any other day.


    A friend in New Jersey, Barbara, had invited me for Thanksgiving, but I don't eat indoors with other people at this time.  Too risky for me.  So I declined.


    As I sleepily listened to my friend Steven’s message saying he hoped I wasn’t alone, I thought, no that’s fine. I’ve had Thanksgivings spent with a person who claimed to love me and made me miserable.


    Being alone was fine.  It is COVID-free, and I do whatever I care to and eat whatever I feel like.  I can choose to not get dressed, watch whatever I want on TV, write, sleep, clean, whatever.  I'm not dealing with anyone else's hostility.  Of course it can be better, and I hope next year it will be.  But I wasn’t feeling bad about being alone.  I’ve been way lonelier when not alone. 


    My best buddy and I spoke on the phone later that night.  I ate pizza.  He had oral surgery two days before, so he had Ensure for Thanksgiving.  But we had our 40+-year-friendship and laughter on the phone (aside from grumbling about everything).  I’d give up a fancy dinner for that any day.

     

     

     


     

     

    Much love to CGG-M ❤❤❤


  5. Politoonitics by Rhonda Hansome

    Friday, November 20, 2020

     


    We're celebrating

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    Pronounced: Poli-tooni-tics / Poli - tune - i- tiks

    Definition: Political cartoon antics from me and The Art of Scott W.

     I write, Scott illustrates and people respond to our work;  "Spot on!" "All too true."

    Like our face book page. Share your favorite cartoon! 

    Commission a request.

    The perfect gift for a politically aware friend.

    Sharing Politoonitics & word of mouth tells the world of our work.

     

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  6. Keeping it Positive!

    Wednesday, November 18, 2020


     



    Wow!  People were dancing in the streets for days!!! 



    My friend Jessica Nooney



    I’ve even seen an increase in my neighborhood peeps wearing masks.  Connected?  I don’t know.




     

    My buddy set up my laptop.  It didn’t go totally smoothly because of many technical things that are beyond my ability to re-tell.  For the first time, I was able to attend the Wednesday night poetry workshop where everyone was able to see and hear me as I see and hear them.  That was fun.  However, I did have to put on a shirt, look decent, etc.  J  I was also able to fully participate in a poetry festival this past Sunday.

     

    My secret angel made this all possible.  The laptop with a webcam and mic was a gift that boosts me into this era.  Amazing.  One never knows where blessings will come from next.  This person wants to remain anonymous.  Whatever he wants in that regard is fine with me.  I’ll just say he is from the writing community.  My jaw is still hanging.  Oh, in case anyone’s thoughts went there, no, he’s not trying to sleep with me.  He is happily and committedly partnered up.  He’s seen me at poetry readings where I read my stuff, he’s been to a few comedy shows where I performed, he’s heard some memoir pieces of mine, he reads my blogs and knew I lived without certain things, and he wanted to help.  He really stepped me into this era.  I have often said in previous blogs that I so appreciate the angels on Earth who remind me of certain things… like God/dess hasn’t forgotten me.

     

    As evil as the human race can be, it is also magically humane.  I’ve seen both and experienced both.  Both amaze me.

     

    And since this is a comedy-related blog, I will share something that made me feel good in that part of my life.  On 12/21/2018, a week and some days before Cornelia Street Café had to close, I was in a variety show there, produced by Kathryn Adisman, where I did comedy.  Kathryn recently came across a review by Sarah Dowson in the West View News.  We were not aware that there was a reviewer in the place.  This is what Ms. Dowson wrote (I am mentioned in the third paragraph):

     

    Villagers Speak as Cornelia Street Café Curtain Comes Down

    02/04/2019

    Ghost City Cabaret

     

    Friday night, December 21, 2018, 50 or so poetry and Cornelia Street Café lovers turned to the light for winter solstice and a final evening at the café, due to close in several days. Years ago, when I wrote poetry regularly, I attended and read at open mics at the Cornelia Street Café. It was a wonderful space for people to gather, express opinions and make friends. In her introduction to this solstice evening, Ghost City Cabaret’s Katherine Adisman (“K”), verbalized the concerns of many in attendance about the closings of reasonably-priced gathering spaces in Manhattan.

     

    Once inside after a wait in the bar/restaurant at street level, and finding a seat downstairs, I passed two tiny gender-neutral restrooms at right angles to each other, painted red. I remembered these, as well as the long, narrow room with tables and chairs and a bar at its entrance. Sitting comfortably was easier if one were small or thin. The cement walls were blue, and a red curtain hung behind the stage in front.

     

    A capacity audience of about 50 filled the room. Several writers/performers gave presentations. My favorites: Mindy Matijasevic’s “Comedy for Grown Folks” and drummer Fred Simpson’s musical offerings entitled “Kindness” and “Goodbye, CSC” a tribute to the café. Su Polo gave an outstanding performance of her essay, “A Walk into Christmas” about a possibly lonely pre-holiday evening, walking her dog uptown from 27th Street to Rockefeller Center, and being suddenly surrounded by carolers (her dog in the center of their circle) and then being invited to sing carols: a festive, inclusive evening after all.

     

    After an intermission, open mic performers raced the clock to give everyone a chance to perform, as the café was hosting another event shortly. Ghost City Cabaret has been at Cornelia St. Café for four years. It will revive, K said. “To be continued … in another dimension” the evening’s flyer assured.

     

    — Sarah Dowson

     

     


     

    Much love to CGG-M ❤❤❤

    Mindy Matijasevic

     

     

     

     

     



  7.  






    Truth, Justice, and Dancin’ in the Streets

     

    Hey People!  I’m relieved that Biden was announced the winner.  I was overly confident in 2016, so I didn’t dare think we won this time ‘til yesterday.  I am very disappointed and sad that so many people voted for a rapist, racist, dictator, child abuser, wife abuser, worker abuser, mother fucker.  At times I feel I should be visiting the rest of the country as a speaker.  Then again, the idea of getting shot to death dampens that idea.

     

    A national block party was such a happy happening.  I didn’t join in because I have COVID concerns, but the knowledge of what was happening felt good.

     

    I don’t want to be a party pooper, but I don’t want you to be shocked that things may get worse for a while until the change happens.  I have learned about narcissism, and his threat of not leaving does not surprise me.  There are many mates who have expressed their need for their “partner” to leave and the narcissist refuses.  This is part of the illness.  They swim in hatred, so they don’t care if they are where they are not wanted.  They enjoy the battle, and no one else’s life matters to them.  I’m starting to learn that they may not to be able to help it; it may not be willful.  Research is being done to see if it is not a personality disorder, but a mental illness with actual differences in the brain that at this time cannot be cured.

     

    So now that sanity will be restored in the USA government, I feel more hopeful that there will be an end to this pandemic at some point.  I pray.  I am also relieved that we all get to experience justice (I hope) and that bad guys don’t always win even if they insist they do.  Children need to see that.  I need to see that.


     This had me dancing in my living room.





    This is only right for Mr. Law and Order.

     

     

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    Much love to CGG-M ❤💕❤

    Mindy Matijasevic, Nov. 8, 2020