Dominicans (or maybe Latinos in general) are loud. I heard lots of yelling on the street last night and jaunty singing from an apartment on my floor. I crashed around 9:30PM last night. Maxie was up and about and Lincoln kept going to the front door and cried. I am not sure if it's protection or if he sees ghosts. He is finally quiet this morning. However, as one of my neighbors whistled down the hallway, Maxie ran back under the covers. But in general, it's nice and quiet as I type.
I will be back on LI again tonight as we celebrate David's 3rd Birthday. I'm sure the cats will keep adjusting, just as I am.
We drove in from Long Island yesterday afternoon and I had an interview at a temp agency in Midtown. It all went well, but truth is the agency is not getting any assignments. So, my hope of landing work this week has fizzled. My parents dropped me off for the interview at 1:15PM and drove up to my apartment to unload the shopping loot and start lining my shelves. I joined them around 2:30PM. My super was supposed to come over at 4PM, but he did not show so I called him at 4:10PM and he came up about 5 minutes later. He does not speak much English so I have no idea what happened. I met one of my neighbors who said he's the worst. Doesn't get things done in time, etc. We bought window blinds that were too small, so we will get some new ones today. We also asked him to replace the toilet seat with a new one we purchased. Apparently he did not know what he was doing and basically destroyed the new one trying to install. I stayed out of it since my parents are so involved. We eventually put the old one back on and my Dad said he would take care of it.
After he left we had some wine in some coffee mugs (since my wine glasses have not arrived yet) and went out to Margot Restaurant, a Dominican place up on W159th and B'way. A little hole in the wall where everyone spoke Spanish, but the menu was in both Spanish and English. We had Garlic Shrimp, Oxtails and Fried Pork Ribs. Rice, beans and sweet plaintains. Delicioso! I am sure we will be back.
In fact, I will probably eat the leftovers now before heading down to Penn Station to catch a train out to Hicksville. A stop at IKEA, Bed Bath and Beyond, and Fairway before heading to David's birthday party. I am trying not to be sore that I was never officially invited to said party. On Thursday night as I played with David he verbally asked me to come to his party. We know invitations went out, but my brother and sister-in-law are not the best with communicating. I knew the party was at a 'bouncy house,' but didn't know where or what time. In fact, there was a birthday gathering last night with Keri's parents, but no one ever called to let my parents know. There was also a plan to have cake back at my brother's house, but even after my parents asked about it on Thursday they said they had not discussed it yet. My dad and brother had words on the phone during dinner last night and when they did eventually go over for cake, my brother was quiet. He didn't speak to my parents at all.
Ah, the joys of family! And I came back to this?
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