Tick*Nick*Al Difficulties

A year ago I would not have been able to tell you the difference between a Tweet and a Twat.  Actually, I still couldn’t tell you what a Twat is.  Oh dear, I just looked it up… so….anyway…..

My mom had a great saying about forgetting things when you travel.  “If I have my credit card and a tube of lipstick I can go anywhere.”  Which has been true for me for years.  I have now amended that to credit card, lipstick, and IPhone.

I’m in New York for a visit and just “knew” that at some point I’d whip out my IPhone at a funky coffee shop and dash off my blog.  Except I had a wifi breakdown.  I’m one of those people who know what my phone should be able to do, I just don’t know how to make it do it.  So, no blog on Sunday like I planned, sorry about that.

I’m having a wonderful time here but, really…what’s with all the walking people?  I get in my car to drive from one side of a parking lot to another, so watching my nephew and his wife bring four little girls from their home in Queens to Manhattan on the subway was, for me, like watching an astronaut walk on the moon.  I was mesmerized, but I certainly wouldn’t want to do it.

I’m sitting in the kitchen of my brother’s Manhattan apartment (don’t’ get excited, it’s the size of a postage stamp) where we’ll be leaving shortly so he can go to rehearsals for a show he’s working on.  I plan to shop at some sort of discount store called Daffy’s (love the name) and then we’re taking the subway to Brooklyn to watch another brother film an episode of Person of Interest.  After that, we’ll walk around the “hipster” part of town and have a late dinner.  I mean, late for a midwesterner.  The way I figure it, we’ll be eating dinner about the time I’d normally be falling into my deep REM sleep.

One day soon, I will figure out how to post to this blog from my IPhone, and then I’ll figure out how to Tweet and then I’ll figure out how to finish my novel and then I’ll be rich.  Or I’ll be a twat (I’m talking about the person who’s stupid definition, not the vulgar slang for a woman’s genitals kind of person)

5 thoughts on “Tick*Nick*Al Difficulties

  1. Sara no "H"

    Ha ha..Well, I knew what a twat and a tweet is but sometimes I call Twitter a twat. If that makes any sense to anyone but me I will be shocked lol. I think I would be the same as you. I couldn’t imagine taking my kids on the subway. I’m a paranoid crazy person with my kids as it is. They are way to cute for their own good. 🙂

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  2. Bob

    Twat? T, how could you?

    Glad you’re having fun. We missed you at class and can’t wait for you to return with your re-writtern novel. We have our editing pens out and ready to go.

    I love how people walk in NYC. I just put on my tennies and hit the streets from dawn to dark walking and watching and sitting and looking. It’s a visual feast, but after a few hours I begin to feel like someone is pumping caffeine directly into my brain and I want it to quit. Still it’s fun to experience for short periods of time.

    Will be glad to have you home, back among your people.

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    1. CrazieTown Post author

      Dear Bob,

      If you mean by “my people”, the slow people, then yes I will be glad to be back home.

      Miss you and my WTF group too.

      Book coming along. Just a few more paragraphs and it is fini!

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  3. carolyn tillotson

    one of your best! of course i love nyc including the subway. who cares how tiny the apt is. it’s in nyc! and i’m old enough to remember when twat was more prevalent than tweet. i mean the use of.

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    1. CrazieTown Post author

      Hi Carolyn,

      Glad you liked it. I enjoying visiting NY but honestly, can’t see why my brothers love it so much. There’s no place like home, to me.

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