The Dangerous Drummer

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This is a picture of my band at SOB’s. I’m not in the picture because I always stood at the far left of the stage. I was the only left hander in the band, and invariably I would whack someone with my drumstick, so my official spot was last drummer on the left.

These days I only drum a couple of times of year, and one of those times is the Village Halloween Parade, which is coming up! This is me with my friend Marianne at one of the Halloween Parades.

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Mr. Magoo’s Christmas Carol

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When my mother died, my brothers and I divided out her possessions. I picked this lion’s head. It reminded me of the doorknocker from Mr. Magoo’s Christmas Carol. I watch that every year.

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You can’t really see it in this shot, because Marley’s ghost is covering it.

From A Christmas Carol. “Marley’s face. It was not in impenetrable shadow
as the other objects in the yard were, but had a dismal light about it, like a bad lobster in a dark cellar. It was not angry or ferocious, but looked at Scrooge as Marley used to look: with ghostly spectacles turned up on its ghostly forehead. The hair was curiously stirred, as if by breath or hot air; and, though the eyes were wide open, they were perfectly motionless. That, and its livid colour, made it horrible; but its horror seemed to be in spite of the face and beyond its control, rather than a part or its own expression.”

Poor Marley.

I was wondering, after I die, who will pick the lion’s head next?

Marty 2005

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Me: What do you want to do today, Finn?
Finn:
Me: Yeah. Me, too.
Finn:
Me: You got four more hours, bub. (Until dinnertime.)

Better Shot of My Bat

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Update: A wildlife volunteer place I called last night called me back. They think it might be a lost baby. Someone from Queens is supposed to call me. I hope they come rescue it. (It’s a lot teenier than it might appear in this photo. His body is only about two or three inches long.)

I just looked up superstitions about bats. I like these, particularly the first:

– If a bat flies into a house it is a sign that ghosts are about and maybe the ghost let the bat in.

– If bats come out early and fly around playfully, then it is a sign of good weather to come.

– If a bat flies around a house 3 times, it is a death omen.

OUTCOME:

I feel so terrible now. I don’t know how, but it got into the house. I was scared for the cats and me, and I called the Department of Health who transfered me to Animal Care and Control, who said they’d send a truck, but they didn’t know when.

So I found a website of bat people in Texas, called them, got a biologist who told me all about bats and how to catch him, and so I did! It was VERY VERY SCARY, but I did it. I can’t tell you how scared I was walking up and climbing up on my desk to catch that bat (he was in the curtains).

ACC came and we all decided to release it. So we did, it flew and then went right to the ground, flopped a little, it was clearly sick. The guy said he’s released hundreds of bats and usually they fly right off, this one was sick. So they had to take it away. It was so beautfiul for a second while it flew.

It will be tested for rabies, which means it will be killed. I feel awful.

Everyone was very careful about “did it ever touch me or the cats,” but it didn’t. I still don’t know how it got in. Poor thing. The ACC guy said it was looking for shelter.

I’m so sad.

The ACC guy could tell I felt bad, and he told me normally when they get there people are freaking out and in any room but the same room with the bat, and I was the first person who had caught the bat before he got there, but I think he was just trying to make me feel better. The biologist in Texas told me that bats get into people’s houses all the time, and it’s really not a big deal to catch them and let them go if they did not have contact with people or pets.