Tuesday, May 12

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Today is Tuesday, May 12. An awful night of sleep. Woke up around 3 AM and thought I saw the clock that said 8. That messed up my sleep since I kept thinking it was time to wake up. This has been happening more and more lately and last night was the worst example of it.

Jimmy Chile has stated he’s had similar problems lately. This could be a coincidence or perhaps something larger. Who knows? Since no one reads this here blog, I can’t reach out and ask for your experiences with this. I will have to see what I can do about this tonight when I prepare for sleep.

Mike is coming over tonight since he has to do something in Hoboken early in the morning. I told him to ask Bill and Bill was OK with it. And Bill is going away for a few days again so Mike will be doing a few overnights this week I suppose. No one mentioned it to Mike so anything is possible.

Mike is not known for turning down a stay in Hoboken. And as usual, it will be good having him around. I was alone for a day or two over the past week and it was lonely. Not the end of the world, but not much fun either.

I am playing Help Me Rhonda by the Beach Boys since the 14th St Path train station is managed by a woman named Rhonda, and every morning I see her name, I think of the song.

Now I think of I Heard Her Call My Name by the Velvet Underground and that is now next in the queue. I do not have much self-confidence, and to combine that with self-doubt, leaves me somewhat crippled.

I will be at the big fruit stand tomorrow and it’s nothing I haven’t done before, but I am always set back by fear of making a mistake, fear of Yancy, my supervisor, who has the power to release me from the fruit stand where I presently work.

I’d really rather not leave the fruit stand, but in the back of my mind, it is always a possibility. Working for Barry McGarry did my head in, and the Algerians weren’t much help either.

The Velvet Underground are playing. As I showered this morning, I was thinking of The Orange Juice, the third album by Orange Juice. Yes these thoughts go through my mind as I shower and curse my misbegotten sleep.

Mike will not be coming over tonight. He’s taken care of things on his end so therefore no need. We had a good call regarding people (guys) befriending on the social media. I sometimes accept the overtures of friendship.

One particular guy seemed to be OK. After a few days, his tale of woe is shown. He needs $500 for a new car battery. Though I have not had a car in 40 years, I know a car battery is not $500. I sent him a link stating that.

Then a sidestep, his ‘aunty’ was loaning him the money. Then came the roundabout way of asking for money. I told him things were tough enough loaning money to friends let alone sending money to a stranger hundreds of miles away. He insisted he wasn’t a stranger but by then I had had enough and blocked him.

Mike related to this since he has over 11000 friends on social media.

Ysmael Villanueva says:
Smartphones + Internet + Artifical Intelligence = Catastrophe
I think I agree with Ysmael Villanueva though it was something that Ysmael Villanueva would never, could never say.

Back At It

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Back at it. May 11, 2026, a Monday. Sleep was not easy last night. Went to bed at a decent hour, before 11 PM, and woke up around 1:30 after thinking I had slept longer than 2 and a half hours. After that, it was waking up every now and then once again, thinking it was time to get up. A full night of uninterrupted sleep would have been nice, but it was not to be.

Bill had gone to bed a little after 10 PM. I pushed him in the direction of the bedroom, telling him I needed to get to sleep and have my prep work to do. We had watched The Diplomat on Netflix, which we both enjoyed very much. Still have a few episodes to watch, and we will do just that. Tonight, it will probably be catching up on Jeopardy as well as John Oliver.

Bill came home Saturday night and Sunday morning. I stumbled across him getting up to empty my bladder around 2:30 AM, and Bill was on the couch watching whatever it was that he was watching. I shuffled by to & fro. Saturday was mostly a solo. A trip to the big supermarket and I was back a little after noon. And that was it. I pretty much stayed indoors.

Mike was with his beloved, and Bill was driving some sports team around upstate New York. Annemarie is in Japan, so there was not even a 3:00 PM phone call as we’ve been doing since the twentieth century. I think I watched some Beatles docs. Familiar and entertaining, and good background noise.

Sunday started as it usually does, with me getting up around 9:00 AM. I turn on the clock radio to hear a segment of Breakfast with the Beatles. All it takes is a minute to listen to what is being played. I did not remember what it was that played when I was getting out of bed.

The coffee was made by me the day before, and I set about having coffee and watching Jane Pauley on CBS Sunday Morning, the only concession to CBS that passes muster these days. That started in 2019 when Bill and I went to his friend Pershing’s barbecue in Pennsylvania. We stayed in a motel and, waking up, turned on CBS Sunday Morning. Now it’s part of our Sunday morning routine, or at least my Sunday morning routine.

After breakfast, I eventually got myself ready, the plan being a trip to Coles Street in Jersey City, where Mike and his beloved were going to be, shooting vids and pics. I told Bill what I was doing and offered him the chance to accompany me and first he was wishy washy, eventually deciding he wanted to be with me and so would join me.

We took a Lyft to Coles Street and met up with Mike and his beloved, Wade. It was the first time Bill and I met Wade, though I had spoken with him a few times on the phone in the past. Bill and Wade settled into a conversation that only drivers could have, Bill being a bus driver and Wade driving trucks, while Mike and I set about taking photos and videos.

After about 2 hours of that, we parted ways, Bill and I walking back to Hoboken, leaving Mile and Wade to their own devices.

Now I am home on Monday evening. Bill is at an actors’ meeting, and Mike is incommunicado. Not much else to report. Tomorrow promises more of the same and then all day Wednesday at the big fruit stand. The usual apprehension is here, and I will carry that with me. It’s nothing I haven’t done before, and I hope to take that nervous energy and apply it to my advantage.