May | 2009 | johnozed

OK, so it’s Monday and it’s a soggy Monday. Nothing but rain. Much like yesterday. It’s supposed to rain every day except for Wednesday, at least that’s what the meteorologist says.

It’s funny, I’ll watch the news to get the weather, then when the weather comes on, I totally blank. I think it’s because of their voices. I hear the voice and I am a million miles away.

Since we have digital cable, I usually wind up rewinding a minute or two to get that five day forecast. That happened last night but I didn’t care since I would catch the weather on the Today show.

And the forecast was rain.

Last night I didn’t watch TV, just played music. I played music instead. Started out playing Bob Dylan’s latest, Together Through Life. I really like it. It’s a fast 45 minutes and quite good.

Then I listened to Jenny Lewis ‘Acid Tongue’ and that is quite good as well, perhaps even better than Bob Dylan. The last song on Acid Tongue is ‘Sing a Song for Them’ and it ended with a familiar string section that reminded me of Old Dirt Road by John Lennon off of Walls and Bridges so I played that.

That set me on a John Lennon kick, through most of his catalog, a few things from Plastic Ono Band, Imagine, the Acoustic album and the Lennon Anthology. I played Beautiful Boy, the studio version and the acoustic version.

Bill was home by that time and he really only knows Beautiful Boy through Mr. Holland’s Opus, one of Bill’s favorite movies. A few more Lennon songs, finishing up with ‘Sean’s Little Help’ where 5 year old Sean Lennon is singing ‘With a Little Help from My Friends’ which provided a perfect closer with the Beatles version.

Then it was time for the news and for me to blank out on the weather. Bill had his sleep apnea mask on and I soon fell asleep next to him and his buzzing apparatus. I woke up a little before 8:00 this morning, surprised to see Bill still in bed.

I nudged him and asked if he was going to work and he said he was taking a day off. That through me off a bit but I recovered and found myself in the shower getting ready for work. Donned a suit and headed out into the rain.

Caught the bus and buried my face in the New York, reading about Rwanda. Made it to the office, a few people out today making it very quiet.

Quiet enough that I was able to catch a crosstown bus and walked over to Studio 54 to see if I can join the Roundabout Theater’s Usher Program for the latest production of Samuel Beckett’s Waiting for Godot.

The guy in charge of that is a guy who sits in a chair all day with binders. I asked to sign up for the play but he told me it was all filled up for the season. So I signed up for the waiting list.

It’s probably not going to happen and if it does happen it will probably be on a date that is inconvenient for me. Oh well.

I came home from work, and got a letter from my bank.

Out of 4 illicit charges on my card, 2 were disputed in my favor. The other 2 which were the items that were actually shipped to me, according to the bank, seemed authorized.

So I was on the phone for an hour dealing with 2 different customer services.

One issue has been resolved after getting on ‘Mary Jo’s’ nerves, the other I will have to deal with tomorrow during daylight hours, as per ‘Vern’s’ suggestion.

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Beefcake!

Well here I am, in front of the keyboard on a Sunday evening. Later than usual, or rather pretty much on time as of late. Many distractions preventing me from actually writing, but I persevere and here I am, presenting to you with your bated breath, the latest entry on my ongoing saga of my life.

Last night I was able to write the entry in less than 30 minutes. But with the Frankenstein computer I have it took an additional 15 minutes or so to post the pics, which were worthwhile I would wish. Went down to the third floor abode of Julio + Stine.

Superboy was asleep a few rooms away, leaving us, the adults to talk and have a few glasses of wine. Julio, Stine and I haven’t hung out like this in over a year, before Alexander came on the scene.

Stine told me about how she caught one of the neighbors (a horrid group of college students always throwing trash on our property) climbing out of his window to take some flowers out of our yard. Stine caught him dirty handed and red faced and he slunk back through his window.

Then she told me about how their land line (house phone) was split into a new building a few doors down presumably to pass a building inspection for their sprinkler systems, leaving Julio & Stine without Internet access for a few days.

Stine’s parents were here for 2 weeks and I think Julio & Stine were glad to be alone again. They asked me to write a letter on Stine’s behalf with information on myself as well as about Stine. How long do I know her? When did I know of the marriage? Things like that.

It should be no problem. Julio said I could email it, just the basics, no flourishes. I hung out with them for about 2 hours. They were up past their bedtime and I was tired myself.

I came upstairs and saw Bill was home and asleep in bed. I watched some of Lost before I too hit the hay. I woke up with Bill kissing me goodbye before he went off to church. I slept about a half hour more before I got out of bed.

I was having a drink of coffee when Julio called. He sounded irate and was on the street. I told him to wait up and headed down to meet him.

He was on the phone with the landlord complaining about his upstairs neighbor who decided to do laundry in the middle of the night and let the spill over basin spill over, causing Julio’s ceiling to get some water stains.

He went up to talk to the neighbor but they wouldn’t open their door. The original tenant is nice as pie, her boyfriend is a dick with an attitude. Of course nothing was done since the landlord is a bit inept.

Julio and I parted ways, he and Stine with Alexander were off to a Holy Communion a few blocks away and I was off to the supermarket. Came home, read the papers and ate a nice breakfast.

Then after that I vacuumed the hallway (4 staircases and 5 landings thank you very much) as best as I could. I thought I did a good job but when I came back later in the day I did see a few spots I missed, but overall I would give it a B+.

After that, I changed my drenched with sweat clothes and changed into dryer clothes. It’s been a drizzly day, I don’t think Rand and Lois had their gate sales.

Today was the Hoboken Art & Music Festival and it was quite a dismal turnout. I went for the last hour, running into the Chasms as they strolled down the boulevard. Saw about 4 songs of the Boxtops with Alex Chilton as they ended the festival.

Saw Jim Mastro and said hi. Saw Todd from McSwells and didn’t say hi.

The Chasms were heading back home and I wandered around taking some pics of the tail end of things.

That’s about it. Have a good week!