I’m one of those New Yorkers who never had a self-defrosting refrigerator. Though tonight I again realized
it does eventually self-defrost. The ice
builds until the freezer door can’t close.
*
Then the ice melts all over the place. Eventually, it is defrosted enough
for the
door to close again. That’s as
self-defrosting a fridge as I’ve ever had.
Here and there, I’ve been approaching messes in my apartment
that I
haven’t approached in years.
Amazing the things I find. Some
goes to P.O.T.S. (Part of the Solution).
It’s a multi-service center that also houses people when needed. I bring clothes, perfumes, books, magazines, household
items, etc. They are so
appreciative. I’m so glad to bring
things there, knowing they will get a second life.
When I was a child, my new clothes all came from shopping bags
that
others gave away. The butcher’s
wife gave us bags from her relatives, my cousin’s clothes were passed along to
me, and my mother’s cousin’s clothes as well.
I know what it’s like to hope so much that something in those bags will
fit right and be something I like. So it
is with real pleasure that I can pass things along as well.
The last time I was there and stacked books on a shelf, a man
saw a title,
and in a delighted voice, said, “Poetry!” I interpreted his tone and thrill as more
over the fact that I’d bring poetry there than the actual poetry. I just smiled. I didn’t say, “Of course! God/dess doesn’t distribute intelligence and
talent just to those with money. I know
this for a fact.” I just left knowing at
least two people felt good – me and that man.
Mark your calendars, people.
September 13, 2019 comedy show on City
Island. Next time, I should be able to tell you the
line-up. It’s going to be real
goooooood.
*Not my fridge, but close enough.
Love to CGG-M
