Saturday, May 31, 2008

Street Karaoke

I have been so absent from my blogs as to almost feel they no longer existed. Wrong. I'm here, I'm pissy: get used to it!

Nah, actually I'm feeling a LOT better than I have in months. I wouldn't say my anemia is 'cured' but I am for damned sure better than I was - meaning I'm not panting like a 12 year old boy at 'nude' Miley Cyrus photos every time I walk up a flight of stairs... or just down the street. So yeah, I seem to have more oxygen floating around my blood stream, which is a GREAT thing. Happy ME! I feel a lot more energetic, my naps being naps now instead of all day affairs killing time until it's time to go to bed at night. Seriously, for someone with my degree of 'natural' insomnia this sleeping 18-20 hours a day has been a novelty and a pain. I'm not used to it, and while it was delightful at first to close my eyes and simply slip into the arms of Morpheus (no actually, we're just good friends) it became disturbing when it was no longer a choice but a symptom of my 'condition' and thus not something I had a lot of control over. But now it seems weeks and weeks of mega doses of iron and lots of sleep and water and rest and more sleep have started to pay off and I'm feeling much better.

So much better in fact that I am writing here to bitch a wee bit.

While I have many, many things to be grateful for, one that I am not so grateful for is the fact that there is a street fair on second avenue today. That's a skip and a jump from my place and I have the misfortune to be on the corner where they put the bandstand. Now were The Niagaras performing I would be happier than a pig in the proverbial... um...mud but since it's not them I find the reverb of bad cover bands annoying as all hell. Not only can you not 'really' hear them, but what you do here is like a bad night at a karaoke bar - we're going through Donna Summer's Last Dance right now and I'm about to pull my hair out.

I could just close the windows I suppose, not that it would drown it out entirely but it might help, trouble is that the humidity here is so high right now that if I closed all the windows the dog, demon cat and I would all expire. I'm not wiling to go that route just because a bad band can't figure out how to equalize the speakers.

So I'm bitching a little here - just a little. And hanging onto the happy thought that not only am I feeling better, but that The Niagaras are actually performing tonight! Not on my street, sadly, but at Stout here in NYC. So if nothing untoward happens - like my anemia-induced narcolepsy hits me later this evening - then I'll be going to see them. A decent hemoglobin count and the Niagaras - a girl couldn't ask for much more.

2 comments:

Bella said...

Sorry to hear that you had to withstand the bad music. Hopefully your dose of The Niagaras later in the evening was enough to completely wipe the cacophony from your mind!

whimsical brainpan said...

I'm gald you are feeling better. Did you survive the music? Bad cover bands would get to me too. Do earplugs or turning up your stereo help?