It's quite rare that I will post a 'sequel' to a previous post but I figured that this time I would...
I never got to meet up with the drunken jazz man (ooo, there's a label) as things came up and I couldn't get to the park at the time organized so I may never know if he even remembered. I was very disappointed as I was looking forward to having a good long chat with him. It's amazing how much information you can receive while talking to random people. During the week after I met him I searched for his name on just about every site I could think of that would mention Australian jazz players, hoping that he'd once played with John Sangster or Mike Nock at some point... but the search turned up nothing. Of course, that still gives me no reason to doubt he ever played jazz at a professional level or that he studied and taught at an Australian jazz school. He may not even go by the same name either. Still, I thought I'd check it out at least. I'm sure I'll catch up with him one day though.
As for our neighbour... the one who goes to the clothes line in a towel, loses the towel and carries on as if nothing happened... the one who comes over most days for coffee and cigarettes (she usually brings her own)...
Well, a week or so after writing the first part of this post she was having an argument with her husband, a fairly common occurrence and from what I can tell, mostly a one-sided affair as I think she does most of the arguing and he just sits there on the couch trying desperately to watch television or listen to music... Anyway, she came over that day complaining about her husband when my friend interjected to inquire about their cat. She did not appreciate this and headed home where the argument intensified. After some time she came out of her back door and began to yell at my friend. Vague insults at first which then turned into threats... end a long story the police became involved and she's only been over a few times since, each time to profusely apologise. I'm still a little angry at her actions but also understand that she doesn't have much control at times and it's simply a matter of recognising those times and being out of her way. She called out from her house the other day saying that she was doing much better and that the doctors had given her some new medication to, quote, "help with my psychoticness", unquote. I've banned her from coming over to our house while Tracy or Akayna are here but have told her that I'm happy to speak to her otherwise and perhaps one day the whole thing will blow over.
After all, even the most interesting and strange people have a side that may not be completely desirable. That's not to say that they aren't worth knowing though. Life's too short to bitch and moan about people and to write people off all the time. I've only ever 'defriended' one person from Facebook and I'd known him for quite some time and took a while to make the decision to write off his friendship but my little girl helped me make that decision eventually.
For now though, I think that's all...
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