After an afternoon, followed by an evening of rain, after watching TV all night, finally falling asleep around 12:30 or so I woke up to a crisp autumn morning. Nothing to eat for breakfast meant that I would have to go to the supermarket to pick up provisions if I was going to break my fast. I ran into Julio kissing Stine goodbye on the third floor landing. Julio was headed to West New York to repair some repairs that a well intentioned tenant had performed themselves, only to make matters worse and create the need for Julio to go and do his landlord bit.

I walked him to his car and then it was off to run errands at 9:00 in the morning. The stroller set were making their initial appearances on Washington Street which meant that I had better get out of there quickly lest I start tripping over the many baby carriages that always spring up on a Saturday morning after a rainfall. Even made it to the bank. To make a deposit. In my account. That hardly ever happens, maybe twice a month. This allows me to see the fresh scrubbed faces behind the two inch glass that separates me from my money.

I decided to hold off on the jazz experience until 4:20 PM, after reading yesterday the meaning behind 4:20. It’s a term that I had heard many times, yet never put into practice until today. Now it’s 4:41 and this is the second attempt at writing this since the first attempt froze up and is now floating somewhere in cyberspace. It froze at 4:24 tainting what should have been a pleasant 4:20 experience. No worries, it’s just that I hardly ever rewrite and with Harpy not being a very good editor these days I am left on my own.

I walked around Hoboken for a spell earlier, not affected by any paranoia that sometimes duets with a good jazz riff. It was good to get out of the house as it was a brilliant day. I considered heading into the city to check out some galleries or maybe see Across the Universe, that Juan recommended but I wasn’t that motivated to do so. I did get sucked into watching a good TV movie about Helen Keller, starring Mare Winningham and Blythe Danner. It takes place after the Miracle Worker, after Helen leaves Alabama to go to school at Radcliffe. There’s a soft spot in my heart for Helen Keller, after I read and reread her biography in grammar school. I never did see the Miracle Worker, though I did enjoy this. I do love Mare Winningham and Blythe Danner was also very good as Anne Sullivan.

I tried to think of something to do, thought about heading into the city, maybe check out some galleries, thought about seeing Across The Universe on Juan’s recommendation, but with the motivation of someone else to go with I wound up by the edge of the Hudson River on a bench,writing. I know I could have called up someone to join me but I didn’t. More than likely I would have heard excuses on why some people couldn’t join me. No big deal, in fact I could have been wrong, someone might have said yes but I didn’t take that chance.

Tomorrow is the Artist’s Studio Tour in Hoboken. An open house of sorts, people wander around from studio to studio throughout Hoboken, looking at art and drinking wine and eating cheese and crackers. After a few stops on the tour, one sometimes starts judging the art by the food and wine the artists put out. Roda is taking part in the tour as well as Tim Daly and Hiro Takeshita. Hiro lives in the building I lived in 23 years ago on Madison Street. I’m sure if you go back to a Sunday in last year’s blog, or perhaps in 2005 you’ll see an entry regarding the tours during those years.

And now, some pics.

Guess who?

Run! Run for your life! And get the hell out of my frame!

Brunchers

Corner scene

NOT featured on the Artists studio tour