LOL Chauffeur
Chauffeur and I have been recently engaged in haphazard communication. By email mostly. Chauffeur: could I use washer/dryer before someone new moves in? He has a key to the Rocheblave house. Sure I say, could you take some pictures showing condition of house and email them? Could I take pictures and email them, you are kidding right? Ha Ha LOL. The Chauffeur and that LOL thing are incongruous to me but not necessarily in a bad way. Not like a grandmother in hot pants. Like many people his embracing of the Internet and his ability to best utilize it are not always perfectly meshed.
He had first emailed me out of the blue to warn me that the property manager was showing the house to people who for him raised red flags. At the time I had not even been clearly apprised of the situation, except the brief mention from Property Manager that all may not be well in my world as a Landlord, and this only after I had emailed him to question why the electronic deposits seemed lacking in regularity.
We have shared, the Chauffeur and I, not as best buddies but as very good neighborly acquaintances, over a number of years, visions out the glass of our opposing windows of how quickly a modest somewhat decrepit neighborhood can go from nice, just how we like it, to an explosively dramatic nightmare. One in which you wander righteously indignant down a path lined with wrongness until the path dead ends and there before you rising up is a giant green and white highway sign that says--what the fuck did you expect moving into a neighborhood like this? What we expect is reasonable living costs in a vibrant setting surrounded by the greatest variety of humanity possible, without having to explore too often all the thought processes which occasional gunfire or constant street drug dealing bring to our minds' forefront.
I hear from him next just this past week that he is driving a car to Cape Cod or some such place and will be in the area briefly but no real hinting at a get together, more just a hey man look at me I'm driving cross country for some rich dude, seriously though look at me, can you dig it? Yes I can Chauffeur.
Got an email from New Orleans today saying he is back there but was stuck in Newark last night, wished he had my phone number. Same one as ever I tell him but it doesn't ring or far as I can tell even vibrate anymore. Told him next time he should try JFK which would give him the option to conveniently transport into city, within a block of here, for 8 bucks, instead of the 40 or 50 for cab or car service.
Says he's making the trip again in a couple of weeks, in reverse, to pick the car up. Did I want to drive back with him. I don't know, maybe. I guess if I got my chores done. But the timing's a little off. Someone's already moved into my house, which at times is a place I miss, and if empty would be a mark on the plus side column as a reason to go. Could see the nephew, have been remiss in familial matters of late. Long drives are nice. Have been thinking about one. New Orleans in August though. Not the best time to be there.
Bernadette has been talking about arranging with her sister the Restauranteur time to use the car they share and so maybe we will get our motor running out on the highway more locally, upstate, or into Pennsylvania or (you get some sleep, I'll drive for awhile)...and waking up she says could you pull over somewhere, I need to pee, hey what the hell...did that sign say Detroit? (Looking for adventure...whatever comes our way...)
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