Back at the major fruit stand. I need to hide my disappointment, my disenchantment with being here. I arrived early before anyone, Yancey included. I sat and had a bagel and enjoyed my coffee and solitude.

Going back to my desk yesterday, after I had gotten onto the PATH train and crossed a state border- was a good idea. It turned out that I truly needed the notes which came in handy this morning.

And speaking of Handy, his beloved Wade arrived and they have plans to go to the Statue of Liberty this afternoon.

Meanwhile at the fruit stand where I am at, not much is happening. Violet more than likely could have handled the day on her own but it seemed my presence was required. At my American standard fruit stand, people are hovering around my desk needing passwords and what not to get things done. None of this leaves me feeling good but that could very well be my general paranoia.

It is Violet and me. Not much communication. Her mother is in the hospital. I am sitting where Janis sits since Janis is in the process of moving again. Which might be the second time this year or at least, as long as I know her.

I could take a nap.

Yancy doesn’t realize that Violet and I are ahead of him we planned our lunch hours a little while ago and then we get a message from Yancey saying we had to adjust our lunch hours.

I am in a concrete park now between 29th and 30th Street or I usually go when I’m at the major fruit stand and I’m not eating lunch at least not at this moment.

Tim Curry just passed away at 80. He had a stroke a while ago and never fully recovered. So tonight I’m sure social media and regular media will be posting things about Tim Curry. I know I will

Once again this is being dictated to the phone so if words go wrong it’s the machine not the man. And I am the man. Who is now on the road heading to a gig and will not be back until Sunday. Mike is with his beloved Wade off to the Liberty State Park to get a ferry to the Statue of Liberty.

I really should make an effort to avoid reading bad news no matter what I am doing or where I am because it doesn’t help me at all. But most of the news is bad news so should I avoid news altogether?
The atmosphere at the fruit stand…the word that comes to mind is diabolical. But I know that’s not the proper word. Just a month ago is totally different now it’s different. My superiors are enthralled with the one they call Scott. Yancy has a meeting with Scott at 1:00 p.m.

I can envision Scott asking Yancy she had to get rid of someone who would you get rid of and Yancey would think me.

I can’t help it feel that today could be my last day at the fruit stand. I don’t know but there is this feeling that my time is up.

It wasn’t my last day.

It is another beautiful summer morning in August 2026. At the fruit stand once again a hobgoblin roams the hallways looking for trouble and changing things on a whim. Perhaps it’s more to get this fruit stand in line with the other food stand. I don’t know- I am not told any information. I just sit and watch things unfold before my eyes.

Yesterday on social media I spent way too much time arguing with some white trash from Texas- Trash Panda he calls himself. The Panda trash moaned about how he wanted to join a black cigar smokers group but they would not let him. They claimed it was because he was white but more often than not if you looked at his profile on social media he was maga maga maga and nobody wants to have anything to do with people like that anyhow.

Once again I dictate these notes into my phone since a way of a paranoia watches over my consciousness and has affected my ability to actually do things on the computer in front of me. So this is a way to get the words in and not interfere with my work which is quite slow to begin with anyhow and then again there’s the hobgoblin roaming the hallways.

Mike’s beloved, Wade is expected today, coming in on Tuesday leaving Saturday morning. Saturday I am planning on going to Garfield to see Elaine which should be okay I suppose.

It was a call from Annemarie a week or so ago thinking that Elaine desperately needs my help. And when I asked Elaine if she desperately needs my help she said no but she wouldn’t mind a visit so that is the plan for Saturday.

I am waiting to hear from somebody who made a request for tomorrow and I processed the request as much as I can. I am just waiting to hear what time their guest is expected and they responded it’ll be tomorrow even though I asked them what hour they are expecting their guest and they merely said August 26th 2026.

Bill is going away tomorrow and coming back on Sunday which should be fine, he has not been working that much lately. I don’t know if it’s because there’s not enough work to go around or perhaps they got something against my man, Bill.

Everyone’s summer is winding down towards the Labor Day weekend. Of course summer doesn’t end for another week or so after Labor Day in fact I am taking the 11th and 14th off of September. I thought about taking today off since Bill is going away tomorrow but obviously that did not happen since I am sitting at a desk in the fruit stand dictating words into my phone to be edited to be posted later on in the day.

This has been remarkably easy peasy, I am almost at the quota of 500 words. The Beatles are playing Lady Madonna right now not the official release but one of the outtakes.

I heard from the agency today. My counselor contacvted me. Apparently, Yancy’s boss did not like a joke that I made and went to the agency. From now on, no more humor. Can I maintain a no nonsense approach? It remains to be seen since I found out I’m working at the big fruit stand tomorrow.

I took the PATH train home only to realize halfway there that I left my notebooks with my information for the major fruit stand. I am back at the fruit stand just for a minute to get my notebooks. In and out for a minute. Spirit dwindling

Fare thee well, Dolly Pardon