A Bob Dylan Song That is a Bit Premature; It Ain’t Me You are Looking for Babe: Grandson Gives Advice and Compliments:; Good News From New Doctor; Good Bye and Good Riddance to 199 Tamal Vista Blvd; Zombie Defined and Illustrated: Picture of New Head Scarf and New Shoes

I was sort of corresponding with a guy at three o’clock in the morning – he is obviously is in a far away land and on a different time zone. We are fighting, (or I am fighting with him He shall remain nameless even nickname less. I suddenly thought of a song which I shall now look up, my memory is that it is a Bob Dylan song. The name of the song is It Ain’t Me Babe.

Go away from my window
Leave at your own chosen speed
I’m not the one you want, babe
I’m not the one you need
You say you’re lookin’ for someone
Who’s never weak but always strong
To protect you and defend you
Whether you are right or wrong
Someone to open each and every door
But it ain’t me, babe
No, no, no, it ain’t me, babe
It ain’t me you’re lookin’ for, babe
Go lightly from the ledge, babe
Go lightly on the ground
I’m not the one you want, babe
I will only let you down
You say you’re lookin’ for someone
Who will promise never to part
Someone to close his eyes for you
Someone to close his heart
Someone who will die for you and more
But it ain’t me, babe
No, no, no, it ain’t me babe
It ain’t me you’re lookin’ for, babe
Go melt back in the night
Everything inside is made of stone
There’s nothing in here moving
And anyway I’m not alone
You say you’re looking for someone
Who’ll pick you up each time you fall
To gather flowers constantly
And to come each time you call
A lover for your life and nothing more
But it ain’t me, babe
No, no, no, it ain’t me, babe
It ain’t me you’re lookin’ for, babe

Google it, listen to Bob Dylan. . It is absolutely fabulous, everything I remembered. Well, I guess the singer, the challenging person is me because I am telling him I am way too high maintenance for him and also telling him that he is too handsome and too rich for his own good. Parenthetically, he is a Muslim which does make it a bit messy. We met, we laughed a lot.
He: I am a Muslim.
Me: How could you be a Muslim, you were born in London.
He: I was born in London, that does not mean that I am not a Muslim
Me: I do not believe you! I think that you just want to go to bed with me. But remember you have got to marry me first.

I guess he is a Muslim, by the way. I told him that we should just wait and fight in person.
Me: But I am warning you. I am going to win because I was a lawyer.

Now this is the weirdest non relationship I have ever had – and that is saying something. I spoke to Grandson about the situation.
Me: I am fighting with that guy I met at the hotel.
He: Why fight?
Me: I love your responses! But he says he is sorry and turns around and does the same thing again.
He: OK

It is great to have a Grandson to give you romantic advice. He is very good at it. He has been getting a lot of practice. This conversation occurred at a Corte Madera Safeway Store, a man commenting on my headscarf.
Me: Thanks! I am moving to the UAE. Muslim men like me a lot.
He: I bet they do!

But rather than deal with the tawdry details of this, we shall switch to Andy Borowitz to cheer you up.
His newest contribution deals with a former White House Staffer: Kayleigh McEnany has rebuffed the subpoena from the House select committee investigating the January 6th attack, on the ground that she never worked at the White House. In a brusque statement, McEnany claimed that “there is only one word for anyone who suggests I was ever a White House employee: liar.”

Andy is most innovative as this will reveal. McEnany asserted that, contrary to the allegation of the congressional committee, “For the past five years, I have been assistant manager of an Enterprise Rent-a-Car branch in Las Vegas.” Having established that she was not in Washington on January 6th, she pointed the finger at several people who were. “The members of the January 6th committee have a lot of explaining to do,” she said.

Masterful!: “Assistant Manager of an Enterprise Rent-a-Car branch in Las Vegas”. Such an honorable profession, in contrast to being a White House staffer. Haha! Hahaha!

I shall speak of the good things and not the bad things that are happening at the moment. I had my annual thorough physical at the hand of a thorough, extremely thorough woman who has replaced my PCP of 43, 44 or 45 years. She is rather amazing! She assured me: the TIA experienced in Dubai in October was not that, but a migraine headache. I had not had a migraine but conditions were ripe for having a migrant (done some research in the past), I was suffering from extreme stress occasioned by a powerful man. Incidentally, he has no power over me anymore. He is not doing very well with the power he has over anybody, by the way. My wonderful Iranian doctor discussed the symptoms of a TIA and I did not have numbness, inability to speak or confusion, I just had pain. One cannot possibly understand how grateful I am. Routinely the statin and the baby aspirin go down my gullet and this does seem to be working. I shall keep it up. I was suffering from extreme stress while there, occasioned by a powerful man but I soon got over the stress and him (by the way). So I am ok – I need to drink more water every day and take more vitamin D.
Me: That is no problem, my Doctor I shall.
She: Very good Alexis
Me: I am going to miss you SO much. You shall still be my doctor of record.
She: Of course! I shall miss you Alexis, The best in your new life.

I did weep when walking out of that office for the last time. Several patients wished me well as did all of the staff. My precious Judy said:
She: Alexis! I know you will do well there! You always do! You are a delight.
Me: I will miss you and this office so much! I will not miss the rest of Marin – but this I shall.

And I cried, convulsively and asked for the pass key for the loo (that is English for restroom or toilet). I am not going there to rest – such a stupid phrase. Then talked to Steve, the Mover as I am getting out of 199 Tamal Vista Blvd. – home of the Zombies.

What is a Zombie? This is the best definition for this purpose. It is a person who is or appears lifeless, apathetic, or completely unresponsive to their surroundings. Over the course of residence I met many inhabitants. The apathy, lifelessness and unresponsiveness was due to a number of factors. Many were at a transitional phase in their life – newly separated or divorced and suffering from depression and anxiety from the suddenness and trauma of it all. Most has financial woes of one sort or another leading them to live in apartments far too small for their needs. They, for some reason or another, had dogs, often large dogs and were chained to them – the walking rituals that were hurried and predictable. Often they were at the end of their lives and had come to Marin to be close to their children and grandchildren – giving up a life elsewhere and finding the contact with their family insufficient for their needs. One woman, to fill the void in her life, decided to have a child, used the little girl as a talisman attracting attention and connection. But Amanda’s maternity leave exhausted, working from home no longer. Viable – the little girl went to Day Care and the blessed days of bonding vanished. Many separated parents lived in the complex because it was a great school district – they could not afford private schools in San Francisco. So, in many ways, everyone was uprooted. And there was no fertile soil – no nourishment or sense of community. In a strange way Covid provided it, there was a common enemy in a way, and often parents could work from home and be available for their children. The vacancy rate – the turn over rate is enormous as people are treated inhumanely – rents are raised prohibit ably and often. There is no sense of loyalty. Management has been ineffective, unresponsive and apparently micromanaged from above, destroying any initiative on their part. In other words, do not lease space at 199 Tamal Vista Blvd. Corte Madera. I did once think it was marvelous – for a period of time I was almost the mother of the complex – Wise Man called me the Mayor of the place. Those were in Covid days when Marin was a Mecca – with no crime, huge vaccination availability and therefore vaccination rates, the weather balmy. But ennui set in which is a feeling of listlessness and dissatisfaction arising from a lack of occupation or excitement. Its synonyms areL tedium, listlessness, lethargy, lassitude, languor, restlessness, weariness, sluggishness, enervation; malaise dissatisfaction, unhappiness, uneasiness, unease, melancholy, depression, despondency, dejection, disquiet. Most of the inhabitants have no hope, nor any faith. Faith and hope go hand in hand in the Islamic faith. I was discriminated against because of my faith and forced to leave. I am grateful for that. I prepare for a new life, an exciting life in a Muslim country where I have seen no evidence of lassitude, dissatisfaction, langu, weariness. Or tedium. I am being welcomed with open arms – so many people so happy that I will be with them on a full time basis.

So getting out of 199 Tamal Vista Blvd. was a blessing. All praise to Allah. I leave without a sense of regret. One must close old doors before opening new ones. I have.

Tomorrow or the next day I shall speak of Remembrance Day and my maternal uncle who died the day I was born May 29, 1943. Included will be a framed tribute – me at his grave fifty years ago. I sure was cute as you shall see. Photographs will be of two used on Instagram where I have a more upbeat and cheerful attitude. One in a new headscarf, when Grandson saw the photograph entitled New Head Scarf;
He: Wow! Looking great.
Me: Thank You! I got troubles.! Got evicted from lousy apartment but in hotel down the street. It feels so good to be out of there!

The other photograph was also placed on Instagram. It is a new pair of shoes – that cost $10.00 – clearly not Jimmy Choo shoes.

1 Comment

Leave a Comment

Your email address will not be published.