The Vienna Vegetable Orchestra
- In honor of this month being National Fruit and Vegetable Month.
- A copy of a 1951 issue. Kind of fun to look at the ads from back then.
- And I thought not having an exit row seat was bad.
The Vienna Vegetable Orchestra
Last night I ran downstairs around 11pm in my mis-matched pajamas (yes I was decent) to grab a few library books out of my car that I kept meaning to bring up to the apartment. I was about to escape back to my apartment undetected when one of the other people in the building, a nice gentleman who calls me “Miss Lydia”, called my name a bit further down the walk.
Being the sort of person I am, I stopped and greeted him with a wave – but that wasn’t enough. No, he wanted to be friendly. So out there on the street in downtown Chillicothe (I know, I know.. super hotspot!) I stood in my pink top and cropped white cotton pj bottoms with bright blue, huge posey’s on them. I have a definite sense of style when I sleep!
He chatted about a little bit of everything. His minivan had been egged and keyed the night before, he spoke of his kids, the trouble he was having with his step-daughter, his discharge from the military. Then he stopped talking, looked at me and told me I sure was a nice lady. In fact, when others mention me I am called the nice quiet, cat lady in apartment 1.
At first this bugged me. But this morning I got to thinking. I definitely don’t want to be a mean person, so I guess being a nice lady isn’t all that bad. And I know quiet isn’t bad – especially since my neighbors are not all that quiet. I’d prefer to be courteous to my neighbors. I’ve never been much of a party-goer. I think I’ve been honest-to-goodness drunk once in my life, and that was on my 21st birthday. As far as the cat lady, Sergei makes up for that. I seriously have the smartest, most loveable cat that I’ve ever seen.
So my life isn’t all that exciting – but that’s okay. I’ve had a bit of excitement in my past and it’s still fresh in my memories. I’m lucky that I have such an active imagination.
Oh, and don’t make sense of that title. It’s a message, and a little something that keeps me going strong. And it’s something that no one will ever be able to take away from me. It makes me a crazy, boisterous and happy person on the inside, and I like that part of me too much to share with just anyone.