African-death-chocolates

I feel like I need a nap but I’m being dedicated and decided to write a blog instead –though really I should do the dishes. So some where between the murky depths of responsibility and napping is my writing.

I feel bad always writing of my life behind the newspaper stand, I do do much more. Such as last night was improv and afterwards Joe and Danni came by the house for some Mr. Pizza and madlibs. Why I do improv, sketch, nightline, yoga, fencing, and just started tai chi again. As you can guess my favorite sport involve standing in a squatty position, moving slowly and/or stabbing people. I mean there are only so many funny stories you can tell from tai chi. I mean sure tai chi back in Chicago with Hau Kum (pronounced How Come) had it’s fair share of hilarity, such as the fact she was a tiny woman that could kill you with every day objects such as a paper fan or chop sticks, and when she would say “Don’t look at floor, no money on the floor.” I always laughed. Now my new teacher (if I was to stereotype) is a retired boxer who worked his way up the circuit from all the street fighting he did as a kid to stay alive but he was banned when he started getting too rough and nearly killed his opponent; then a kind wise old tai chi master from Hong Kong who was disenchanted with the world since the death of his only son decided to take him under his wing and teach him the ancient art and the way to lead a honorable life, and they both taught each other the true meaning of life – or something like that. Anyways he seems nice, even though I made an ass of myself because whenever he asked the time I would always give him the wrong time. I guess my chi was in my feet not my brain.

I’ve noticed some odd going-on’s with my communication on the newspaper stand, it’s as if I’m in a time warp. For one when I talk to Brian (the lovely guy who normaly works the stand) it always takes us twice to understand each other. I mean I can understand if it is me that doesn’t understand, but it is both of us, we always have to say things twice for it to register to the other. I say it always takes us twice to understand each other. Then on the other spectrum – the nice shy sweet guy, talking to him is like talking in soap opera land; not because it is dramatic but because it takes us a week for the conversation to go anywhere.

In other oddities of the week I noticed that the building across the street in the distant past used to be called the cricketer’s arms – something no one in their right mind would ever notice because it is ever so faint and up on the second story. Also odd someone else asked me where the closet betting shop was – it was weird the first time but the second is just strange. There is also a new special person that comes and talks to me, a friendly chap called Dominic, he’s 36 and has trouble spelling Mum. Very nice guy, we had a uniquely long conversation about the fact that ‘Yes Mother’s Day is this Sunday.” and “No, Mothering Sunday (as called in UK) is not this Tuesday.” I felt bad our conversation was cut short by me seeing Dan-in-sketch-Dan walking by. Dan was unaware of my occupation and as if I was a slobbering dog 20 feet high and made out of lime jelly singing ‘Oh Susanna’ he did a double take and it took him a while to digest the situation. It was funny.

Today free with Evening News was a kitkat, as if to tempt me they left me alone with a chocolaty smelling newspaper stand. Luckily I don’t like chocolate that much, but it was so nice because everyone always seemed so surprised at the free gift they always profusely thanked me like I was the one buying them. Some even got quite poetic in their thanking like blessing my little heart. One guy upon finding they were free picked one up and handed it to me with a wink like he had just bought it and to go get myself something special with it, even though he had already taken one fore himself. So if anyone is around do stop by the stand tomorrow and there should be some left to give out. (I realize Ginger Chris you would not like one as they are Nestles-African-death-chocolates but I might have an EDP calendar knocking around.)

Right I'm going to go wash some dishes.