It’s September 11 again. Remembrances, memorials and moments of silence. The world continues spinning. Overall it’s a sad day. As the years go on, the pain and tears lessen but the occasional pang erupts and eyes moisten. A lot of people took off the day in the city it seemed. Noticeably fewer people on the sidewalks. Today was perfect weather wise for a day like today. Gray and overcast, and quite humid. Could have done without the humidity. Nothing you can do about that just as there is nothing you can do about the past. Just got to move on and take your time while doing so.

Annemarie was right. The eggs are being thrown out though I wish I had someone I disliked enough to throw them at. The White House is too far away, and Cheney’s Chamber of Mystery is too well hidden, so I guess it’s in the trash they will go. I prefer free range eggs myself, but who can turn down 2 and a half dozen free eggs? Not me, obviously. The eggs expired, or actually the last day they could be for sale was September 9, which is the day I made the brownies from hell. I think it was the plastic since that was the taste I could not get out of my mouth, not the eggs. But since the sell by date has come and gone, time to donate those eggs to the garbage man. Such is the life of an egg donor like myself.

Woke up this morning, and like yesterday it was overcast which was like waking up in the winter, in darkness. Makes it difficult to rouse oneself out of slumber but I was able to, on my own, no prodding from Bill since he was with his mom last night. I guess there will be five more weeks of that. He plans to stay over tonight and tomorrow so I will wake up on my birthday with Bill next to me and go to bed the same way, with Bill next to me. That’s a nice way to start and end my birthday. Of course I can think of other things to make the day that much sweeter, but those thoughts remain silent and buried in my consciousness.

I got an early present from Annemarie, Rex and Earl who mailed a package from San Francisco and arrived yesterday. I tried to hold off on opening it, but Annemarie made me open it. She insisted and pulled the older sister tone of voice (no she didn’t). I got two books by Sherman Alexie, an iTunes gift card, Bruce, Boz Scaggs, Cat Stevens, Damian Marley and a collection of songs from Woody Allen’s films that she burned for me at my request. And also at my request, most importantly cookies and brownies that don’t make me ill and taste like, surprisingly enough like cookies and brownies. What is her secret?

Just got a phone call from Teo Oliveri who was a neighbor when I lived in a basement hovel at 1124 Willow Avenue in Hoboken. He called to wish me a happy birthday as he was on his way to a 12 step meeting. Good for him and good luck to him. He was a little out of control when I last saw him, but I have seen worse from other people.

I was supposed to go out for cocktails with Renee, a former employee of McMann and Tate and Amiable Alan who still works there. It was planned last week and the plans started to fall apart last night, finally collapsing when Alan couldn’t make it due to the oily wolves he works for. C’est la vie. It’s good to be home.

Gimme a cookie!