The Little Princess

Guten Tag,


Many have asked me of late why I have not been doing my blog? No answer. Just not in me, don't feel like writing, I just do not know. This time around is much different than the last time I was here. The neighborhood is so much different. In the last neighborhood I was literally sitting at the corner of all the action in the village. This neighborhood is at the edge of the busy city, mostly young professionals, restaurants, a very busy street but not to noisy. We live above an Indian Grocery Store and some days the smells coming up from that place almost lure me into the store to ask, "what's for lunch?" 


This brings to mind something I am reminded every time I see the owner of the store. He wears a turban and his big wide belt around his Indian garb, which, ready, puts me right into the movie "The Little Princess." My living room window looks right into his storehouse so I can see him working in there, with more rice then I have seen at one time, ever! Remember when the Little Princess, I forget her name, would sit in her attic room after she was "disposed" of and became the "help" and watch the Indian servant, who eventually befriends her? He is quite and interesting chap and I would love to know his story. On Saturdays, especially, that store is like grand central station. You see German, Indian, Turks, African and who knows who else, coming in and out all day long. Lennie, said last week that we must go down and check the place out, instead of "wondering" and maybe the charming Indian man, with the turban, would befriend us? We shall see.........I shall keep you posted.


I love writing. When I write, something comes from the deepness of my soul. It is the one thing I love to do, but feel very vulnerable. I am, and was not ever an English major. As many of you can tell, by my writing I am sure. I use to be afraid of being put down about my grammar, all those fragmented sentences, when or when not to us a preposition etc. etc..  If I was writing professionally I would have and editor to do that for me, right? I already have a couple of those types for very dear friends and if I drive them  crazy I am sure they will drop a hint or two, ha! What I was getting to, I decided I am not going to worry about that.   I might just be writing for me and God and that is fine because, like exercise for many, writing is a stress release. Also, I do not eat those nasty sweets that tempt me when I am at the computer blogging.  So, God, if it is just you and me, that is just fine because blogging brings me joy! Plus it truly is a way to keep connected to all those I am disconnected from physically. 


Tonight we are having a belated birthday party for Lennie. Just a couple of friend's of his from the office. Lennie will do anything to get pot roast for dinner! The apartment smells so yummy, maybe my Indian neighbor is thinking, " what's for lunch?"


Tschuss!