Rear Window

These are the views outside my bedroom window. In one direction, a great skyline from Manhattan. In the other direction, a bunch of windows/apartments.

I did the usual things a person would probably do on his first full day in a new city and new apartment. I spent the morning moving into my room, unpacking, putting my socks where I think looks like a good drawer for them, and so on. Then I walked down to the grocery store and got the essentials: natural peanut butter, black raspberry jelly, oat nut bread, pulp-free orange juice, carrots, a tomato, a green pepper, a bag of meditterranean salad mix, lite italiant salad dressing, utz brand potato chips, frozen ravioli, and three-cheese spaghetti sauce. My sister, Rick, once told me that a friend of hers spelled that word "spagity." Sheesh, what is the world coming to these days? And remind me, I have to gripe about punctuation someday. Then, I fixed lunch, did some job hunting, went to an audition, got the part, came home, watched Jeopardy!, made dinner (ravioli), IMed some people for the first time since college, and listened to some Diana Krall.

It was fine. And there was nothing really spectacular about it, except I found those views out the window. I only wish there weren't those other apartments. I want to look out at (the water, not at me -name that musical-) the city lights, but I don't want people to think I'm peeping on them. So, we'll see. Maybe I'll dress all in black, cork my face, shut off all the lights and peer out into the night. I think it would work.