A summer Thursday and it’s a beautiful day. It is quite nice lots of people walking around doing their thing. I just had some halal food and it was good. First time in a couple of weeks so it wasn’t as bland as it used to be. And the guy seems to remember me and we’re happy to see me so that was nice too
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Just got off the phone with Mike. He’s coming over tomorrow, still is heading out tomorrow and Mike doesn’t want to see me alone. Tonight I leave work around 4:00 to go to an event in the belly of the fruit stand. It’s a party of sort and it starts at 4:30 because it’s till 6:00 I don’t know if I’ll stay for the whole thing but I am going cuz I’m a team player

I also found out I’ll be working next Monday to Thursday in the valley of the fruit stand and having such a productive day yesterday I have no problems with going there next week in fact I’ll be working on a different floor with potential artists that will be coming in and going and back and forth

The halal food sits in my belly right now. It’s a beautiful day. I slept well last night. So a few good looking men just walked by not all together but in space is up about 10 minutes apiece. One was the usual handsome black runner. Then there was a very handsome guy well dressed and then there was another runner.

I’d like to go riding on Sunday but right now the weather report says it will be raining and I have no idea how that’s going to turn out since they are wrong half the time, those meteorologists!

End of dictation!

I went to the event at the belly of the fruit stand. I had halal food for lunch and it was good. I think it had been over a week since my last visit to the halal cart. And the time away made the difference. Last time the food was good yet bland. Today the food was good and not so bland. The guys in the cart recognized me since I always bring a bag from the last visit. And I tip well.

The afternoon proceeded as expected. I left earlier than usual as I was attending a party of sorts. I walked from my fruit stand to the belly of the fruit stand. It was certainly a warm late afternoon and I changed my undershirt when I got to the belly.

It was a team building event, and I suppose a way of thanking the team for the past months. There were sliders and waffle fries and beer and wine. I had a slider and some fries. I could have eaten more but didn’t want to come across as a gavone. Other coworkers had seconds and I did not judge them for it. And I was still satisfied with the halal food I had a few hours before.

There were trivia games as well. In the last team-building party, I think last December, I did very well, and my teammates expected me to do as well as I did last time. I did ok.

Now I am home with Bill, watching 2001: A Space Odyssey. Or rather, 2001: A Space Odyssey is on, Bill is playing games on his iPad, and I’m typing this on my PC. He’s going away tomorrow, coming back nine days later. Mike will be stepping into Bill’s size 13 shoes.

XTC Towers of London plays in my head. And a great song is a great single, great picture (please leave leave) sleeve. And also had a good b-side and I do not remember the name of that b-side perhaps it was the Somnambulist (some namulist).

fuck you
This dictation is killing me

I am at the belly of the fruit stand today. I have a better approach to it, perhaps it’s because I had a very good night’s sleep last night. And I am been very productive this morning now it is 12:16 p.m. and I am on my lunch since Violet requested lunch at 1:00 I of course defer to her judgment

Bill is under the weather. He’s been sniffling and coughing for the past 48 hours. Last night I thought I was coming down with it but today I feel a whole lot better so I don’t think I’m coming down with it so I am exposed to whatever it is that he has.

I also take public transportation surrounded by people that have who knows what
And since I’m in the belly of the fruit stand I am in that concrete park a (blocker) block away having a small cigar watching various people on their 12:00 lunch hour (to drink it) doing whatever it is that they do.

But I’m being productive which is very good cuz usually I’m clumsy and different passing things to Violet that I can’t handle but today I seem to have a grip on things

Had a dream involving the E Street Band being at Maxwell’s. It was peculiar in the last dream that I recall before waking up 5 minutes before the alarm clock. Bruce walked in towards the end.

(The bill) Bill is slowly recovering from whatever he has and he’s going to be gone from the 19th for 9 days. Mike is getting over whatever he had last weekend so who knows? He does plan on coming over once Bill hits the road but who knows how that will work out specially since his parole officer decides things at the most inopportune times

And even talking to Yancy today hasn’t been that bad. He’s been amiable. There is a get-together after work tomorrow at the belly of the fruit stand but I do not think I will attend since I have to attend to Bill getting better and then hitting the road.

(Anne Murray Anne Murray) Annemarie and Rex have returned from the south of France so I guess we will be falling into that routine of Saturday phone calls. Exciting!

Today is Wednesday September 16th and it is another lovely Summer afternoon. I hope it holds up until this evening when I go home at 5:00 p.m. I will swing by and say hello to (hero day) Roda on my way home.
I had a charming encounter with a French coworker that I never met before. At least, I thought it was charming.

Perhaps a Samuel Beckett essay will follow.