Rear Window
Have you ever seen the Alfred Hitchcock movie “Rear Window”? Jimmy Stewart plays a photographer who broke his leg and is holed up in his apartment. But he can see other people in their apartments across the courtyard. In one apartment, a man plays the piano surrounded by friends, in another, a lonely older woman pretends to be talking with a dinner companion and then breaks down crying, and then one night he thinks he sees a man murder his wife. The movie takes off from there.
White Pants?
Our second floor hotel window was level with a tavern across the street. Every night I watched the people over there. What’s the difference between watching people on tv and watching them in public? Maureen was glued to her phone.
Here we have a gathering of men in white pants and hats. What is going on? Seriously.
The couple on the left toasted to something. The guy on the right was having an intense phone call and rubbing the top of his head. The apartments connected to this tavern cost $1,700 Australian per week to rent. Sugm the night manager told me this. That is $6,800 dollars per month. The average monthly salary after taxes in Sidney is $5,718. Sugm rents a one room studio apartment for $700 per week about half an hour from Sydney.
Then one night I see these guys. The two on the right sat there for a long, long time. The man on the left started to rock back and forth at one point. Then he looked out the window. It seemed like he was looking straight at me. So I ducked down and did something else for a few minutes. I popped back up and he was still looking my way. I called it quits after that.
Instead of tv, I watched them. Yeah, it might not be for everybody, but hey. It takes very little to entertain me as you can tell by this blog. Maureen’s window was cleaner than mine for some reason, thus the difference in viewing quality.
Catalina Baby on the Streets of Sydney
Catalina is 4 years old. I asked her friend what kind of dog she is. He said that she is part Ridgeback and then quietly muttered, “part pit bull”. I had the impression that pit bulls are frowned upon in polite Sydney society. So I said proudly and with great satisfaction, “All the dogs in my town are pit bulls.” It’s true. This made him laugh.
No Ice Here Either
No ice in the hotel. The iceman does not cometh here, nor does he cometh in Europe. A non-chill way to end this blog. It’s not my fault that civilization leaves a lot to be desired in other parts of the world.
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