The Maltese Have Great Knockers

 

  

 

 

 

    

This is what I'm talking about, for G-d sakes.  I love the Maltese doors with their brass knockers.  On my door, we have two delicate female hands. 

 

But right now the door really sticks and is really hard to close, but the landlord is going to have a carpenter come and fix the door. However, he warns me, this is Malta--and the carpenter may never come.

 

I've been here now just a little over three weeks.  A lot has happened, but I don't know how to tell you coherently. If I think too much how I'm going to write these posts to you, I will never write them. So I'm just going to list things for a while as The Best of Malta---and as The Worst of Malta.  This is my opinion only.  If anyone is offended by anything here, too bad. No, I really don't want to offend anyone; this is just  how I see things.

 

Since I'm an optimist (yeah, right), I'll start with the first Best of Malta:

There's a guy named Tony (not Joe, but Tony) who lives with his disabled brother diagonally across the street from me.  His house is beautiful. Every morning he's out at 5 AM and puts out the same six plants--two trees on either side of his doorway--and then four others. When it gets dark, he takes them in.

 

When he brings his plants out, he also washes the block in front and beyond his house with a pail of water and a mop.  He then uses a rag to wash down his  beautiful wooden door.

 

(Excuse me, I have to go get my cat out of her litter box.  Whenever she takes a crap, she stays in there for hours until I get her out. She won't stop scratching and it drives me crazy. By the way, I got a pet store guy named Roberto, I think, to get my new clumping litter for me!  I don't have to walk two miles for it now.)

 

I'm back. Malta makes this cat crap like a cow for some reason.

 

Anyway, back to The Best of Malta.  Tony is the best because after he's done with his own place, he comes over and polishes the brass knockers of several other houses--mine, the language school next door, Mrs. Sherry's and someone else's.  When  I moved in (with Mr S.), Tony asked the landlord if  he could continue to polish my knockers (on my door).  Mind?  MIND?  Go ahead, Tony, please!  So Tony polishes my door every morning.  He says he hopes he doesn't disturb me with the noise of polishing. 

 

Tony, you're the best of Malta.

Comments

[Katie]

I love it! Only in Malta would a nice man polish your knocker every day! ha ha!
I love your idea, the best of and worst of, you should never have to alter what you write for what other people may think, let it rip! I hope to meet you one day for coffee there in Malta and we can let them rip together!