Bedlam Farm Blog Journal by Jon Katz

14 February

Hail, The New Stove. The Man Who Brought It Was Old School And Wonderful School

by Jon Katz

A rat managed to wreck our hardy kitchen stove, which we’ve used for over ten years. She managed to climb into the back of the furnace and urinate in the insulation there. We couldn’t get the smell out; it was so bad it felt dangerous.

We let Bud out of his crate at night and haven’t seen any sign of the rat since. But this was too late for our stove.

Sometimes, living up here, I feel like I’ve moved backward. Many things have changed up here, but many have not.

We kept hearing talk about an appliance salesman named Jim Parisi, who works out of Schuylerville, New York and has been buying, installing, and servicing appliances for decades. Everything about him that we heard was beautiful. People say he is old school in the best sense.

I loved Jim from the second he picked up the phone to answer our SOS; we were in desperate shape for a while. The rumors about him were all true; his notions of service, courtesy, and openness reminded me of the best small business people in past times.

With Jim, you talk to a very human human. He understood we were unnerved and in a rush to cook food again. The smell was unbearable. He got on the phone with me, and we toured some stove websites.

The stove did an excellent job for us. I’m sorry it had such a sad end. Jim and Tom have been friends all of their lives.

Unlike the big box stores, Jim said he would be available to help us choose the suitable model, drive to the farm and install it, show us how to use it, stay as long as we needed, and call him anytime we wanted to.

“I won’t walk away from you,” he said, “you call me anytime you wish,” I asked him to measure the old refrigerator that was making strange noises.  He took some measurements and said we should tell him when the time came.

This is different from the way most people can buy a stove anymore. But more than that, he became an instant friend and a very good one to have up here. Appliances suffer from climate change in many ways. Jim is somebody we will need more than once.

He is proud of his philosophy of sales. He brings an old friend with him when he makes the rounds to deliver his stoves and refrigerators; the two are so lovely. I was sorry to see them leave.

We discussed how the world is changing, and small businesses have been pushed aside. I know many people who love this man, and I’m sure he will do fine. Only small companies and people like Jim can offer the personal attention and support he brought to this small but unsettling drama.

I’m not done with you, Jim, I said as he sat down to make out the bill (checks only). It was a lot of fun to meet and talk with him – he’s a great storyteller – and it makes me feel safer to know he is there.

This is something I intend to remember or let go of.

The installation  was fun, and it was easy. Bud, who loves big, strong men, sat by Jim’s side the whole time. I think he would have been happy to jump in his truck.

When he came into the farmhouse, Jim recognized Maria as someone he met when she was restoring old houses years ago. They talked it all out together.

Maria and Jim went through the mechanics of the stove (he knew better than to trust me), and we all felt close to him, comfortable with him, and lucky to have come across him.

He agreed that I married well, a good and faithful thought on Valentine’s Day.

My SOS call to him was only a few days ago, and the stove came today. It took him a short time to take the old stove out and put the new one in, and his costs were very reasonable.

He scoured some websites until he found what we wanted.

He even found a stove online that was on sale; we saved several hundred dollars—and taught us how to put dryer sheets behind the furnace to keep rats and mice away.

He said he was proud of how he works and cares for people. Home Depot could never match all that. It was interesting to me that Jim sensed our anxiety and confusion and guided us through it. Now that I think of it, the rat assault was trying.

I am always uncomfortable when I need something as central as this, and I am pushed over to a website that pretends to answer questions but doesn’t.

Maria is at Belly Dancing class tonight, and I’m about to use the stove for the first time to make some turkey hotdogs. Even I can figure it out. Jim did as well. We sat and yakked for a long time.

I’d love to spend more time talking with Jim. Maybe that will happen.

This is one of the things I like about the country, for all its troubles. Corporate money isn’t the only thing that makes the world go around. People can still have pride in their work.

Most people still have old and dying values, which is one reason why they dislike our politicians so much. They treat their customers well.

14 February

Sue’s Art Students: Young Black Women Taking On The Dance World

by Jon Katz

Sue Silverstein’s latest jaw-dropping project for her Bishop Gibbons art students has been borrowing from Degas paintings and asking the artists to re-imagine the paintings as young black women taking the dance world on.

Seeing students’ creativity unleashed by a loving and creative teacher is heartwarming and uplifting.

The frames used in this exercise come from donations from the Army Of Good. This is an example of what you have done.

If you wish to send discarded objects to Sue Silverstein, she will make art from them: Sue Silverstein, Bishop Gibbons High School, 2600 Albany Avenue, Schenectady, New York, 12304.

And thanks.

14 February

Poor Zip. Pssst! Sam, See What We Have Done To Him Now!

by Jon Katz

I got this letter yesterday from Sam:  “Zip needs an implant, just like you…better take him with you. Their front teeth are broken off. He looks so cold and miserable, a poor, neglected cat. He needs warmth more than a scratch once a day. Ironically, an author who wrote about his love for animals doesn’t practice what he preaches…(it’s called fraud). Remember Pearl and Lenore?”  – Sam

Ah, Sam, thanks for writing me and worrying about Zip. And thanks for mentioning Pearl and Lenore. Sweet Pearl went to my daughter Emma 12 years ago and became a much-loved dog in her life and all of Prospect Park, Brooklyn. She lived a long and happy time.

(Photo: Zip gets a softer blanket.)

Lenore died of cancer; I’m not sure why Sam included her in my list of crimes and shortcomings. I don’t spend too much time keeping my dogs alive when they are suffering badly from cancer. No apologies there.

Sam is an animal rights worrier; we have learned that the truth sometimes does not come into that.  We all see what we want and need to see, including me.

Sam and some other cat people were and are unhappy with me for not bringing Zip into the house at night.

I thought Sam and his fellow travelers might want to keep up with this latest abuse for Zip—more letters to send one another (and me). Today, Maria brought out a thick and heavy winter blanket to go on what is now Zip’s favorite daytime hangout, right in the sun.

He loves sleeping there during the day, and she worried the blankets she put there were not soft and squishy enough. I think she fixed that.

He soon was asleep on that chair.

At first, I thought Sam was kidding; his letter seemed a bit over the top,  but I’m sad to report that he was not joking. I get letters like that almost daily. I’m unsure which is more pointless, being angry at these people or feeling sorry for them. They can’t be pleased or placated. But they still are human and possibly even well-meaning. I guess I do feel sorry for them now.

Zip is forever trying to get me down on the ground to play with him. I’m afraid it won’t happen; maybe in Spring or  Summer.

I don’t know much about cats, but I am very proud of Maria and me for recognizing the importance of a barn cat living in a barn.

Our love of Zip is evident to anyone who can see (and no, his teeth are sharp and perfect Sam), and it is a gift to take loving care of this creature while letting him be a barn cat. He’s good at it. And I’m all the better for it.

Rest in peace, Lenore and Pearl. As I’ve written, I believe strongly in upgrading the lives of dogs if I can’t give them what they need. My wish for them, like any good steward, is that they be happy. It’s my job never to let them suffer.

I’ll be honest with you, Sam. If Zip got an invasive and painful cancer, I’d put him down in a minute. I’ll never let a dog suffer just to make me feel better. Post that on your mailing list.

 

14 February

Happy Valentine’s Day. OK, I Folded, Bought A Shirt/Jacket

by Jon Katz

Maria, who rarely buys anything for herself, always asks me not to get her presents on Valentine’s Day or Birthday. Mostly, I agree and then change my mind. I can’t bear not to acknowledge her and my love for her.

I do not plan to exchange presents, but here’s what I think: Maria is the most wonderful person in the world to me, and my love for her has no bounds, not even after a decade of marriage.  That needs to be recognized.

I don’t pay much attention to Valentine’s Day; it seems like another corporate money grab; in a healthy relationship, every day should be Valentine’s Day.

But love is love, and in our greedy, tense culture, we need love badly.

Anyway, I caved yesterday, rushed out to a classy Artisan’s Market in town, and bought her the jacket in the picture above. She squealed and grumbled a bit but loved it. She is not used to getting presents.

I love giving them to her. It always feels good to me, and she loves this jacket.

We had a great Zoom meeting again this morning; our weekly Zoom group for blog readers is lovely, and I’m thankful for it.

The Valentine’s Day card is a present from Maria for me.

 

There was intense sun this morning, and I was ready.

The Valentine’s Day present.

Zip was impressed. He showed up in time for our daily morning meeting.

It’s cold again; the animals are hungry.

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