It’s a Monday. It’s raining. Meghan and Rob have left my sister, in tears. No, nothing bad happened, Annemarie was just sad to see them go. Back to the mundane for Arcata I suppose. It’s that way here all the time, especially when it’s mundane Monday and that’s what today is. Last night Bill and I watched John From Cincinnati, Entourage and the Flight of the Conchords which is actually hilarious. Best of the three as far as I’m concerned and I’m really concerned. Then it was off to bed out of boredom, nothing else was really required after that.

Slept relatively ok, though the first thought when I woke up was, ‘I don’t wanna go. I feel sick.’ The old feeling from September and school. But no one was around to say otherwise and I decided to get out of bed and start the day. Most of the time when taking a day off is thinking about how everyone else is at work and no one is around to do anything with. That’s when I skirt danger and flirt with trouble. Or is it flirt with danger and skirting trouble? No matter, it doesn’t end in a good way.

So work it was. Me, groggy walking through the apartment. Bill once again performed a wifely duty and made coffee and poured cereal in a bowl. One of these days he’ll tell me where he put those bowls of cereal and I will have a balanced breakfast. I showered, scrubbing moles and dead skin off myself, putting conditioner in my goatee, face and hair so it’s nice and soft, and remembering to rinse it all out. I shaved and dried myself off and felt more alive than I did than I was when I went into the shower, and that’s what it’s all about isn’t it?

Walked to the bus in the rain, waited for the bus in the rain. Got on the bus and sat and read 2Stoned, which I nearly have a little more than a quarter to finish. It tied in nicely with listening to the Rolling Stones on the way across midtown. Tumbling Dice, Undercover of the Night, Emotional Rescue, It’s Only Rock and Roll (co-written by an uncredited David Bowie I’ve heard) and Gimme Shelter which is fast becoming my favorite Stones song. War, children, It’s just a shot away.

After those songs I was back in the office which I left on Friday at 1:00. Nothing changed since then, everything is just as I left it. According to Carla the receptionist, most everyone left. Leaving her to sit in the office until 5:00. I’m supposed to know that since I’m her boss. I don’t think she’s lying but then again I don’t care if she is. It’s been slow lately, being the summer and various people out of the office. There’s only 12 of us in the office anyhow, someone is out and everything slows down somewhat. Much like your enthusiasm in reading this.

Now here’s some pics.

Sunset Last Week

Beyond the greenery, the Brazilian Girls are performing

Shank’s Mare

This guy stopped in front of me

These people walked past me

The weather on Sunday

The weather on Monday

The weather on Monday with orchid

Well it’s Sunday night, I got home about 45 minutes ago. It’s almost 9:00, having some Grimaldi’s pizza which Bill ordered. That was nice and tasty. Perfect for coming home, a little jazzed and with a healthy appetite. It was a gorgeous day today. Last night I just watched the telly until about 1:00, when I went to bed, leaving Bill on the couch watching Woody Allen’s Manhattan which I saw with Annemarie, back in 1978, I think at the Rialto or one of the other dollar movie theaters. We both loved it though a lot of the humor went way over my head.

This morning I woke up to find once again, Bill made coffee and poured cereal in a bowl for me. I showered and shaved since I got a new haircut yesterday I wanted to look sharp. After the coffee and cereal and watching the morning news, I went out and got the papers and a bagel or two. Sat around drinking more coffee reading the papers and checking email. It was like that more or less most of the morning. I was thrown off by the fact that Bill wasn’t going to church this morning which made me a little uncomfortable at first, just because on Sunday mornings he’s hardly ever here.

He decided to clean up the apartment a bit, which meant shredding paper. A lot of paper. I did my best to stay out of his way as he shredded and watched C-Span for some reason. Maybe he’s doing some moonlighting for some firm and he’s practicing his shredding skills. It was getting boring around the apartment, but I had a plan to head into the city, and go to Central Park to see or rather, hear Brazilian Girls. I walked yo Seventh Avenue once I got into the city and stumbled into a street fair. Not needing any tube socks I stuck to the sidewalk where it was less crowded.

I stopped at a deli on Seventh and 58th Street and got some mediocre macaroni salad and a piece of dried chocolate bread. Made it to Summerstage to find the rock overrun with people and a very long queue to get into the Rumsey Playfield. I walked around and found a small spot to sit on the rock and listen to the opening act who sounded a little bit Reggae and a little bit Latin. They were good though I couldn’t tell you who they were. The air was filled with jazz though and that was nice.

Bought a beer and soon enough the rent was due. I walked over to the restrooms and lost an ounce or two. On the way back I ran into Ben Kochas, who I used to work with at Wanker Banker. He was strolling through the park with his pretty wife and handsome son. Brief catching up in about two minutes and he went his way and I went mine. I actually saw him a couple of weeks ago, but he didn’t see me so I kept on a walking.

Sat near the bandshell as Brazilian Girls continued doing their thing. Chilled out, watched people as I grooved to the music. Nice walk back to the bus terminal and now here I am. Pizza was good too, but much better when it’s HOT. Once again it felt like vacation over, back to work tomorrow.

Pics tomorrow. Me lazy.