So now it’s Wednesday. It’s been a while since I had a Monday through Friday routine. Slinging rock on the street corner isn’t the best job but it pays the bills and it’s a Monday through Friday gig. And looking the way I do means the police do not look at me twice. I could use a lunch hour but you get what you get and it’s never a good idea to leave the street corner unattended and if I need to pee, well emptying my bladder into an empty Orangina bottle while wearing a pinstriped suit and tie brings the occasional relief.
I came home from all that and started to make dinner. Bill had gotten home before me and we butted heads while making dinner. I make my dinner he makes his own. The timing was awful since we tried to work around each other and wound up with hurt feelings. It was bullshit anyway. I make my dinner in one pot, pasta, chicken & pesto. Bill uses a pan to boil his pasta and a pot to make his sauce. He always burns his sauce since he says he likes it burnt. The head butting was over the colander.
It did not get ugly, it just stopped. He sat and watched TV and ate, I sat in the kitchen and ate while reading. I wound up washing all the pots and pans since I do a better job of that and I do not make it a project. He soon went to bed while it was still light out since he had to be up at 2:30 this morning. I did make it a point to give him a good night kiss before he went into deep sleep.
I watched Men in Black 3 even though I never saw Part One or Two. Michael Stuhlbarg was in it and I think he’s a really good actor, even though this was a flimsy role compared to Arnold Rothstein from Boardwalk Empire or the lead in the Coen Brothers ‘A Serious Man’. It was an alright movie overall, mindless fluff with some laughs and good special effects.
After the news and some 30 Rock (!) I was soon sweating in bed. At 2:30 Bill was up and active and I told him to be careful as he kissed me goodbye and headed off to work. No air conditioner yet, I try to hold off until it is absolutely needed. It was not an easy night of sleep, first in a while, even after arranging my sleep schedule, in bed a lot earlier and definitely up a lot earlier.
I woke up tired and cranky but I rallied and was soon out the door headed to the corner when I realized I left my phone back in the apartment so I turned around and climbed the four flights again, suited and carrying bags of rock. I was only 5 minutes late for the corner and within minutes the customers started appearing from out of nowhere.
I enjoy having a routine again.
These two songs were in my head all day. Perhaps it is from today being an anniversary of sorts, my dismissal from that cigar shack in Columbus Circle.
This blew those songs away, so much so that I played it a few times on my iPod this afternoon.
Andy’s mother is sick in the hospital and India. He is understandably stressed out. Andy is an owner of Hoboken Daily News. It was just me and Andy in the store for a few minutes and he was able to unload with tears in his eyes. Other customers aren’t so understanding, whining about not being able to get their scratch off lottery cards in the time that wanted while Andy was on the phone trying to hear what is going on with his mother.
She was in one hospital with some lung problems and on a ventilator. The doctors at the hospital told Andy’s brothers that she only had a few days left. They then moved her to another hospital and things improved somewhat and given a better prognosis. I was glad Andy was able to tell me these things, he obviously needed to talk to someone and that was me.
Other than that, today was a good day. I was up early in the morning and was on the streets at 8:00. Believe me that was a major accomplishment. Wearing a placard and walking up and down the sidewalks between Jersey City and Hoboken promoting the summer on the Hoboken waterfront. I will only have the job when it’s not raining and since today was rain free, I did not mind at all.
Bill is heartbroken, watching the news of the Oklahoma tornados. I came home a little while ago and could tell by the sound of his voice that something was wrong. He needed a hug after watching the never ending news cycle. If I wasn’t busy today promoting events for the summer, chances are I would be engrossed as well. Luckily there is a Mel Brooks documentary on PBS tonight and I think that will be a welcome change from this bad news.
Back to the placards tomorrow. The weather seems cooperative and the looks I get from people when they see me handing out flyers and acting like a shy town crier are charming. I don’t mind. It’s good, honest work. And it isn’t sculpture which is always a plus unless you’re Maya Lin or John Chamberlain or even R.Mutt. My boss tells me if I am good enough with the placards I might be moving up to bunting.
Rest in Peace Ray Manzarek.
Hang in there Oklahoma.
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Quite a rainy Sunday and Saturday was not so bad but overall it’s been a sub par weekend. I’ve been busying myself doing this and that, here & there so that went well. A sort of big day tomorrow which brings with it some anxiety. I talked about it with Bill this morning, he was reasonable and I was of course ill prepared for it. We will talk more about it later. Going out tonight is out of the question, so if and when Juan asks I have a perfect excuse. Pedro made an appearance as well online, finishing off with ‘sheep’ to which I ended with ‘pigs’.
I wasn’t sure if he meant sheep as singular or plural and the word is not as clearly defined as pigs is. I have minimized any post notifications that he has and he only seems to communicate with me when posting the same ignorant republican talking points that I doubt he has the time to research. I sat at home waiting for Bill’s return. He was away for three days driving a high school class on a trip. I knew he would be tired and also have luggage so I went down to the street and waited for him to return. I enjoyed a cigar, just sitting on the steps and I heard his luggage being pulled as soon as he stepped onto our block.
Bill called me as he was on his way home, asking if Juan was around. I hadn’t heard from Juan all day and Bill was fine with that. Bill was tired and just wanted to chill out with me and only me. Of course who phones shortly after that, but Juan asking if he could come by. I explained that it was not a good night and he jokingly bitched about it but had no choice but to get over it. Bill and I watched some of Saturday Night Live before he was off to bed.
I slept really well last night and woke up to a rainy morning which really was not so bad. Plans that were made have fallen by the wayside, not going to Monroe Center, not going on the studio tour, not going to Pier A, not going to Chilltown. I am cool with it and will just have to adjust into tomorrow.
Now I am home. Bill naps. No word from Juan, but it’s early. Steady drizzle day, no other way to describe it (besides sculpture).
Last night was pretty cool. Hung out with Juan who bought a pizza. Bill is in DC with a high school class trip and he seems to be having a good time of it. He contacted Billie yesterday and they may meet up briefly tonight. Juan was as funny as usual, and also harangued me for not playing CD’s that he burned for me a while ago. I had nothing to say to that and hung my head in shame. He played me a few things that he is currently grooving to, Lana Del Ray and a few other things. Some were good, some very good some left me cold.
He was surprised that I preferred Keisha to Robyn, since the critics seem to prefer Robyn to Keisha. I’m not about to run out and buy any of that but it was still good to hear some new things and I do trust Juan’s taste in music, mostly. The series finale of the Office came on and Juan felt he would be too upset to watch it. It was OK though since he had to leave and talk to someone who will be giving him a new tattoo soon enough.
I keep running into friends on the street and as well as getting emails from friends (fans?) regarding how it all went down at Maxwell’s. Some of them read this here blog, some of them work there and some of them positively despise Todd and stopped going to Maxwell’s when he started running the show. It was nice getting some reassurance even though I didn’t ask for or need any reassurance.
So the last night at Maxwell’s went like this. I did not punch in nor did I punch out. I basically worked for free which was almost the same as getting paid to work there. I guess I should have paid more attention when filling out those I-9 and W-4 tax forms. Then again I didn’t fill out or sign anything, I merely sat on the couch in the office while Todd asked me questions. The Swingadelics were playing once again as it was a Monday and a little over a month since the last Monday they played.
The Swingadelics were playing selections from their tribute to Allen Toussaint CD and once again they sounded quite competent. The same set, just a different month. The sound bounced off the tin ceiling and reverberated throughout the room. I still enjoyed it, the other people I worked with didn’t really like it much at all. The waiter told me of his plan for a fake campaign, purely for a laugh while the waitress was distressed over a bad back. I tried to help her out by lifting her up and it seemed to provide some relief if only for a few minutes.
At one point I stood outside taking in the night air. There was a guy with an electronic cigarette and we chatted. It turned out he used to hang out at the Beat N’ Path back in the day, Maxwell’s local rival for live music back in the 1980’s. We discussed Maxwell’s and The Beat N’ Path and drugs. I don’t do the drugs anymore and he told me that he has a $200.00 a year coke habit. Apparently he was the type of guy who can have a gram of coke in his drawer and not think about it. Will power I suppose. I told the waiter and waitress when I went back inside and they laughed heartily over the din of the Swingadelics, pantomiming doing very small lines of blow.
The Swingadelics finished once again with that old chestnut ‘Personality’ and soon I was out the door headed home. It was an easy night, not bad for Swellmax Inc charity work it turned out.
Lost my keys yesterday, and they’re already replaced. Won’t be going back to Hoboken Lock anytime soon. They seem to have Theresita Liquor syndrome, i.e.- all chatty until the money is exchanged. Then they are silent and stone faced and make one very uncomfortable and you can’t get out of the store soon enough for their taste. 2 lessons learned- be careful with the keys and don’t go there again!