My lovely daughter Shannon resides at a group home in Troy where she is well cared for and loved. Most weekends we pick her up to spend at least one night with us in her room. In the new apartment she has her own room and most of the stuff from our former home. Little things can be problematic in life as all of you know. She has a winter coat, well worn but still holding up and easy to don. However the zipper has been marginally functional for some time and the ladies at the home struggle getting it to stay shut. For this visit it proved to be shot. They have this big warm cape to put her in but it is cumbersome and difficult to maneuver with her chair. I took the coat and its broken zipper to a little lady at Express Alterations.
This woman (somewhere in her sixties) is of Chaldean descent and sturdy stock with glasses and graying hair. She is viewing a soap opera on her TV in the shop that is in an Arabic dialect but still has the heart felt conversations and sighs of an American daytime drama. The sounds of her and the TV are all that abound. I explain to her the the need of the quickest possible repair. She shows me that the clasp at the end has widened and needs to be replaced, not the whole zipper. Somehow I understand the concept. It got fixed, in about ten minutes. I thank her and leave. She could not know the impact of this little job. The coat could be closed. The kid would be warm and the ladies that care for her won't be frustrated.
We went to see my brother in law John yesterday afternoon. He looked at us bright eyed and proclaimed that he had a good nights sleep and woke up and said I think I'm going to live! I clapped as it was my first reaction. He wanted some grooming items from home and gave a list to his wife. Thrilled with his progress.
My darling granddaughter Marie is a youtube learner. She learned to make the dreaded slime from videos she watched and the aftermath and trail of destruction took weeks to clean. But, she taught herself to sew from youtubes she saw. Judy and I were made pillows sewn by her. I can't tell you how happy that made me. Mine was made of skull and crossbones fabric. Now it is closed to my head at night. Both of the great grandmothers were prolific sewers(not drains, curious about the spelling). They are looking down and applauding. This kid is the definition of a visual learner.
we can only imagine what's next.
Saturday night went to Andrew's alone and watched The Irishman on Netflix. This was a masterful film that showcased the abilities of three great American actors, We all know that names with the hype that has enveloped this movie. Pacino was at his screaming, cursing best as Hoffa, ala Dog Day Afternoon. Pesci was subdued as Russell Buffalino that showed a guiding light to DeNiro's Frank Sheeran. The character was effective but not at all sure of himself in the actions he took. As good as the film was, Scorcsee's The Departed was better in my opinion.
The time period of this film coincides with an interesting point in my life. July 1975 I started dating my future wife and was full of love and hope for the future, with this turmoil filling the news media. We used to have our anniversary dinner at Machus Red Fox. I had lunch many times at Nemo's bar and grill. When we lived in NJ in the 80's, I worked for Maislin Transport whose drivers were members of Local 560, Tony Pro's Local. I knew a couple of really tough guys in the union that liked me because I was different. My pal Nunzio was part of that union and has many stories to tell.
all for now
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