When I look out my window and the sun is coming up or going down, it hits those white marble gravestones and reminds me of a song:
from Enjoy Yourself, Guy Lombardo
You work and work for years and years, you're always on the go
You never take a minute off, too busy makin' dough
Someday, you say, you'll have your fun, when you're a millionaire
Imagine all the fun you'll have in your old rockin' chair
Enjoy yourself, it's later than you think
Enjoy yourself, while you're still in the pink
The years go by, as quickly as a wink
Enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself, it's later than you think
I like that song every day, but it seems especially appropriate today on account of the biopsy - which I'm happy to say says that my shoulder situation is the result of some unnamed inflammatory process. I'm cool with that since if there had been an infection, I would have certainly believed my former surgeon, the Ass-Whole (complete and total asshole) was responsible. I'd be terminally pissed and unable to sue since it would have been highly unlikely that I could prove anything. Now it's just another autoimmune mystery which could, conceivably, go away on it's own with no explanation at all whatsoever. My morphea scleroderma improved mysteriously years ago, and now it just looks like I've got an old motorcycle burn on my leg or something instead of an incurable disease.
Appearance is everything.
Today I went apartment hunting with my friend Jamie, an actress/real estate agent. She's lovely and talented on stage, and she's the best kind of real estate agent since she's fun, realistic, energetic, practical and wants me to be happy. We've seen several apartments in my price range but none, so far, can beat a little cutie she sent me to see at an open house last weekend. It's a fully renovated two bedroom in a restored Arts & Crafts building just north of the George Washington Bridge overlooking the Hudson River. The view of the river from the apartment itself is pretty lame, but that's why I can afford the place.
This little scenic overlook is across the street from the building. This photo is from the NYTimes article "On the Fringe with Benefits." I would be very grateful indeed if that all worked out, but there is another apartment closer to where I am now that might be more practical. Or it could suck balls - you never know until you go look. Something feels right about Little Cutie, though. Even though the views themselves are unremarkable, the sun still streams in the windows since the apartment is on the top floor. My room would get the morning sun, and I'm pretty sure I can arrange the furniture so that the afternoon sunbeam would directly hit Velvet's bed. He'd have to get used to the idea of me napping in his room when he was gone, but I figure if he's too comfortable in the new place - no matter whether it's Little Cutie or The Practical Choice - he might live at home forever. That would be unfortunate for everyone.
In any case, I'll know by Friday which direction the wind is blowing us. I'll call that Thing of Beauty #39-101 (Explore Beauty Challenge, from realia).