Circling

Sign of the apocalypse? Headline from nypost.com out of China: “Massive flock of sheep has been walking in a circle for 12 days straight.”

And another NYP headline about the animal kingdom: “Horse returns to owner after 8 years of running with wild mustangs: ‘It’s a miracle’.”

Fun headline from foxnews.com: “Election denier emerges as leading candidate to replace Pelosi as leader of Democrats in House.” Ultra-liberal Hakeem Jeffries of NYC, come on down.

One day after news of probes into the Bidens, another investigation of Trump has been announced, special counsel to be named. This one will focus on the documents seized at Mar-a-Lago.

I had a vivid dream this morning. My late sister was at the wheel of an idling car, although she had never driven before. Soon my late brother-in-law exited our house on Bay 37th, carrying a bunch of stuff, arguing with people inside. Later, I was arguing with squatters, hurling bottles of perfume onto the floor, which smashed on contact. All this stems from the fact that the house will soon be unoccupied, as my eldest niece has finally decided it’s time to return to Italy, where her three children and her grandchildren all reside. I dread the hassle of putting the house up for sale. Using Freud’s belief that dreams are wish fulfillment, the dream may mean I would love to be relieved of the chore by squatters.

I’m more than halfway through the second draft of my latest work of fiction, Coincidence, which has grown by six handwritten pages but will probably still be novella-size. It continues to be fun, as the creativity has not stopped, especially in character development.

Even though I sold only two books today, I felt as if I won a great victory. I brought along a lot of money, anticipating AAA sending a locksmith to upon the trunk of the old Hyundai, certain the current lock would have to be drilled out and replaced with a new one. Fortunately, they sent along one of their regulars first. I was happy to see him, as he’d changed my battery on one occasion and a tire on another. He’s fast, efficient and personable. I explained the problem. He knew how to open the trunk from inside. First, a bunch of boxes of books had to be cleared from the back seat area. He then pulled the back of the seats down, two panels. So unschooled am I in workings of an auto, I didn’t even know that could be done. The next problem was clearing more boxes, this time from the trunk. Once that was done, he used a long, makeshift device with a hooked end. It took a few minutes of fishing to find the latch. I was thrilled. I planned to remove only the most marketable books and keep the least marketable in the trunk until I got to a locksmith. Then things got even better. The guy fiddled with a screwdriver and fixed whatever was blocking the key from turning in the cylinder. Then he managed to get the lever inside the car working again, which I was sure was stripped, beyond repair. I was stunned. I’d expected a locksmith to charge me at least a couple of hundred. I gave the guy 40 bucks for his 20 or so minutes of work. Through the years, I’ve come to appreciate people who can “do things,” as I think of it. I’m nearly helpless in this regard. I was so happy I almost didn’t care if I sold anything on this cold, windy, sunny day. My thanks to the middle-aged woman who bought a kids’ book in Hebrew, and to the younger one who overcompensated me for The Accident by Elie Wiesel; and to the gentleman who donated a book in Russian. Yay team! I am blessed.

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