KIZURIS!

The woman is a liar! I stopped in on a little personal walking tour into that little 35 West Main Community Centre and after looking around and have spent so much money of late, found an artistic post card to mail my charming, kind adopted mum as a possible ‘Get Well’ card, and the price on the card read that it was only $2.25! And I suspected that with tax my wallet might contain that amount without once again disturbing my bank card, needing to sit down at home and count up my balance amount before I used it for anymore purchases that week; but when I asked the woman who seemed both a little nervous of my presence in her shop of crafts and gifts of the natural, earthy, ethnic kind… how much that tax would be on this $2.25 card as I had already spent so much this week celebrating my forty-seventh birthday… for my “Birthday Month”, she told me that it did not read $2.25 but that that lovely little artistic and possible ‘Get Well’ card for my charming and kind adopted mum, was actually $2.75 and that I was very much quite wrong in thinking that it read $2.25 in its printing, and even must now not be able to afford it with my little sum of funds within my weeks depleting wallet? And she patronizingly and as if I were an ignorant child of a man, sent me away both empty-handed as well as offended! I like to walk about learning the city as I have so many times learned other cities! And I like to window and otherwise shop all about at all of the quaint places and markets, even those that I could never afford, as a real person to purchase any of their wares and goods at. Exploring is educational! Exploring enlarges a man or woman’s soul and even increases their mind’s view! I walked that way today after passing Balaban’s where the roasted bunny rabbit dinner is the special being sold to it patrons today! And remembered that I can no longer enjoy that dinner special as I once before had when my friend Jack Austin from Boston who is with the Symphony Opera House on Grand Avenue near Lindell Boulevard were dining there, before I was informed that tasty Roasted Bunny Rabbit Dinner Specials are not Kosher! Which I did not know at all until I was told but somehow feel guilty now and ever since as if I should’ve already known? How could I’ve not’ve known that dining on that tasty Roasted Bunny Rabbit Dinner Special at Balaban’s on Euclid Avenue is the same as and as sinful as dining on one’s very own household pet cat according to any Torah following Jew or Yahweh and His Son-loving Kosher Christian aware of all things godly and righteous! But that woman who owns or manages that earth-friendly shop at the Community Building at 35 West Main, that woman who was afraid of me as if I were a dangerous man or possible shoplifter, and she being alone did patronize me! And changed the price on the only thing that I might afford to purchase to show her that I was a valid man only shopping and enjoying the city’s attributes as I was learning them touring about that day to see what there was for me to learn and to behold to expand my soul and increase my mind’s view with and through my casual but diligent walk-about, and she refused to sell me that little artistic card for the price so plainly printed on it’s corner where prices are usually placed on cards, and I almost even felt a little mocked by the shop keeper or manager, though she did say a kindly “Happy Birthday!” to me though she refused me the little artist’s card, and sent me away empty-handed and even a little bit offended… I think? I was certainly empty-handed! And I still want to think that my emotions do still feel a little bit offended by that woman? That woman who would not sell me a card for $2.25 that read on its printed corner price “$2.25” but she claimed that that was “$2.75” instead and did not sell me the little artistic card! Today I walked down and over and down that street to that area of the city and to the corner where that shop is so that I could note in my journal book that I carry most places with me now so that I can write in between being in front of my computer blogging, writing, informing, educating as I do. And though that woman who lied about the price of that little artist’s card may think that I do not matter, am dangerous or ignorant and have no soul within my being, or am a shiftless shop-lifter, when I write, blog, tell, educate, inform, it is then, if at no other time, I do matter! And even if to that woman shop-keeper or manager, of my $2.25 plus Tax does not count or matter to purchase that artistic card, and even if she seemed a bit mocking and patronizing to me, when I get in front of my computer and write, blog, teach and inform; I know that at least then I matter, have a soul in my being and count! But don’t worry anyone, I am not so bothered or upset. I just like to blog and write and tell about my experiences, and I never lie! I might tell a fictional story someday that is created from mine and other’s real-life experiences like Earnest Hemingway, James Joyce or Gertrude Stein did; but I would never lie! Aye, did I ever tell you about the loud smoking lesbian upstairs above me that moved in and replaced the nice quiet Seventh Day Adventist man who was in the Army Reserve or something like that? She seems kind of crude to me sometimes and sometimes she seems to want to be my friend but her noise and smoking offends me and causes me some personal suffering and inconvenience… so I can never be her real friend nor can she be mine? I get disturbed by loud racket early or late when I want to sleep or think or read a book. And her smoking, which should be done on the front stoop with the other smelly smokers that have moved into our old apartment house with shared environmental air running throughout top to bottom and side to side, triggers laboured breathing, Asthma and awful dry coughs that eventually dredge up fits of blood! And though she and the other smokers that moved in all know this about myself and the other non-smokers in our old apartment house and that they agreed not to smoke in our shared environmental air but out on the front stoop, they have all taken to smoking within the house so as not to be inconvenienced by stepping out onto the front stoop to light up there! And now we asthmatics are suffering hugely and with awful coughing fits, even through the night and the crude, smelly smokers all know this and have banded together in their stubbornness insisting that we non-smokers grow up and face the real world and that smokers have rights too! But where I am from lesbians were nicer and kinder and more considerate! And all this kind lesbian behaviour is all new and unsettling to me! And even being polite to me in passing in the vestibule does not make up for my new breathing problems or developing asthma attacks! Would it for you aye? I do not take being murdered kindly!