This Bronx Girl

I’m one of those New Yorkers who never had a self-defrosting refrigerator.  Though tonight I again realized it does eventually self-defrost.  The ice builds until the freezer door can’t close.

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Then the ice melts all over the place.  Eventually, it is defrosted enough 

for the door to close again.  That’s as self-defrosting a fridge as I’ve ever had.

Here and there, I’ve been approaching messes in my apartment that I 

haven’t approached in years.  Amazing the things I find.  Some goes to P.O.T.S. (Part of the Solution).  It’s a multi-service center that also houses people when needed.  I bring clothes, perfumes, books, magazines, household items, etc.  They are so appreciative.  I’m so glad to bring things there, knowing they will get a second life. 

When I was a child, my new clothes all came from shopping bags that 

others gave away.  The butcher’s wife gave us bags from her relatives, my cousin’s clothes were passed along to me, and my mother’s cousin’s clothes as well.  I know what it’s like to hope so much that something in those bags will fit right and be something I like.  So it is with real pleasure that I can pass things along as well.

The last time I was there and stacked books on a shelf, a man saw a title, 

and in a delighted voice, said, “Poetry!”  I interpreted his tone and thrill as more over the fact that I’d bring poetry there than the actual poetry.  I just smiled.  I didn’t say, “Of course!  God/dess doesn’t distribute intelligence and talent just to those with money.  I know this for a fact.”  I just left knowing at least two people felt good – me and that man.

Mark your calendars, people.  September 13, 2019 comedy show on City 

Island.  Next time, I should be able to tell you the line-up.  It’s going to be real goooooood.

*Not my fridge, but close enough.

Love to CGG-M