A muggy overcast Sunday, which I’m beginning to experience every weekend. My computer is still down and Bill says he’ll attempt to fix it. Isn’t he great? I’m not pressuring him to do it, he offered, so how could I say no? In the meantime, once again, I’m on the laptop. And once again, I am grateful. I got up at a reasonable hour, Bill was up and about, it being Sunday, he’s going to church again. Being that I don’t believe, I wish him well as I make my Sunday breakfast. No church for me, no thanks. Atheism with a touch of Buddhism is what works best for me.
That was once of the subjects that Bill and I talked about, religion, spirituality and Buddhism. I consider myself somewhat spiritual, spiritual enough that I don’t need to stand up, sit down and occasionally kneel on weekend mornings. I don’t begrudge anyone that wants to do it, but please, don’t ask me. I have gone with Bill when he was steadily going to MCC but though I was welcomed, it wasn’t quite my scene. Plus they didn’t get my sense of humor. A few times which made things awkward and I wound up staying away, not socializing much afterwards.
Bill eventually tired of the inner politics of the church and started drifting away from the flock. I was worried it was because of me, but like I said, the pettiness of some congregants wore him and his spirit down. I found most of the people that went to services there to be nice in general, but Bill knew the inner workings, the deux ex machina and he wasn’t too happy with what he saw or knew.
Right now, Katie Couric is interviewing Condoleeza Rice on Sixty Minutes. They just showed her working out on a treadmill mentioning that she works out listening to Led Zeppelin or Cream. Yikes! Katie Couric sure throws a mean softball.
Today Hoboken had their Autumn Art & Music Festival in Washington Street. The headlining act was the New York Dolls who actually sounded great. Of course you only watch David Johannsen and Sylvain Sylvain, since the other three Dolls from the 1970’s have passed on. They sang their hits, or rather near hits and even sang a Johnny Thunders song, ‘You Can’t Put Your Arms Around a Memory’. All very good. Didn’t really see anyone I knew and I didn’t go with anyone, so I wandered around aimlessly, walking the sidewalks since the street was packed despite the threatening clouds.
The Dolls were so much more enjoyable live than they were on their DVD’s that I rented over the summer and tried watching with Juan and both of us ended up bored with the whole thing. I wished Juan was around, or Julio and Stine, or Bill, or Rand and Lisa. Still I enjoyed myself. Got a nice birthday present for Earl that I will be sending over to California this week. The lad turns sixteen which is terrifying to say the least. I wonder how his parents feel?