There is a scene in the movie “The Shoes Of The Fishserman“, 1968, where Kiril Lakota, (Anthony Quinn), soon to become Pope, escapes the confounds of the Vatican Palace and wanders the back streets of Rome, the tenements, the bustling crowds, the scampering children, the washing hung out on strung lines, and encounters Dr. Ruth Faber, (Barbara Jeffords). She finally recognizes him and asks, “What are you doing here?” He replies, “I wanted to hear all these noises and to watch the people living, just simply living“. Here at Toscana, it came to mind. Here within all these higgle-dee-piggle-dee apartments and balconies and stairs, the families going to and fro, car doors shutting, dogs occasionally barking, children calling, running, riding, sometimes laughing and sometimes protesting. Here amongst the quiet gardens, the shading Palms, the blooming yellow Mesquite, the green stemmed Palo Verde, pale pink Oleander, the sounds of people living. Uninvolved; strangely, I feel included.
A catch-up call this week to Dee in her East seemingly stuck in Groundhog Day, repeating flowering Spring thrice over. I then realized that my signs of Spring are no longer the noted, first roar of a lawn mower cutting, the first sighting of the Caputos enjoying their porch, or the first chirp of Robins nesting. It’s previous weekend’s 101˚, this weekend’s 60˚, previous weekend’s sunshine and last weekend’s rain storms.
And the information updates that only a good friend could find interesting. The Starbucks gift card from my Drexel students that was supposed to energize Dee and I on our journey … finally found. Where it was intended to be, stored for easy discovery and safe keeping. The table lamp that I was certain I had kept … found hidden in the spare wheel well along with the china creamer and saucer overlooked at packings end. Big discoveries, small treasures. The progress forward, the house items purchased, the improvements made, the new people met, the Palm Spring weekend recalled, the vanity license plate received. The easy chit and chat of knowing good friends.
And Tickey’s last slide into Arizona-car-hood. Her appointment kept with the tinting glass man, Dave, Arizona Window Tinting LLC, performed on-site for $130. A choice of light, medium and dark, or, colloquially, usual, limo and distinctly-dah-hood. Tic’s tint was distinctly standard. No fluffy dice from the rear view mirror for her, nor jiggling hula girl on the dashboard and super fast wheel hubs for the neighborhood! But it still gave her an air of newness and coolness. A fascinating film process, templated, trimmed, moulded then mounted, first exteriorly, then interiorly. Now, at least the sun won’t get me. And dah girl looks dahm good.