Daily Archives: August 18, 2009

Remember

Another scorcher of a day. No wakes to attend. Just a slow, take it easy sleazy, kind of day. Robert Novak died which isn’t such a bad thing. He was a bad man, and he won’t be missed by me.

I do wonder what Jon Stewart will have to say on the matter.

Right now on NBC, Chuck Todd broadcast various fears regarding the health care plan and refuted all the fears as being false. Whether or not that gets through some thick skulls remains to be seen.

The irony is that if more people had access to MRI’s then people could see exactly how thick some of those skulls are.

Here is a president trying to do something for the good of all of the nation and there they are, the people who are easily alarmed and not much for reading much of anything let alone a thousand page plan.

The middle class who would benefit from this don’t seem to know what to think. Then again they don’t like paying taxes, but will be the loudest when the infrastructure collapses and schools fall into disrepair.

And they also believe that they will be taxed more even though the majority of the middle class does not make $250k a year. Anyway that’s my take on the matter.

So today being sweltering and humid was a day to take it slow. And that’s what I did. Slow in getting out of bed. Who wants to leave a nice air cooled bedroom and sit in hummus?

A nice cool shower, cold cereal, but nothing could relieve the stifling heat.

I burned a few CD’s that I need to get in the mail tomorrow so they could make it to Arcata for Annemarie’s birthday. Nothing too much, just out of sight.

I was disappointed to hear last night that neither Hillary nor Brian got their birthday cards that I sent last month. Seems like someone in the Washington Township post office might have sticky fingers. You’d think that wouldn’t be a problem up there in Bergen County but it is.

It might have even happened last year when Annemarie sent birthday cards that were never received. It did remind me of how when I first moved to Hoboken in the early 1980’s, my mother figured my neighborhood was so dodgy that she forwarded my mail to McSwells much to Ann And Mario and some other Fallon’s dismay.

A few raised eyebrows but it never went beyond that.

I didn’t leave the apartment until mid-afternoon today and even then I was staying on the shady side of the street. I walked over to the river but there was more of a breeze on Washington Street.

Finished reading Mojo and waiting for the library to let me know my other copy of the Tom Waits biography is in. I did get the latest New Yorker which has pieces by David Sedaris and Dave Eggers.

That’s about it for me, too hot for much else.

I may take another walk around Hoboken with Julio, but time is running out since he has a flight to Copenhagen airport on Thursday where he’ll meet up with Stine and Alexander and then fly over to Spain to meet up with Julio’s mother, his sister and brother in law and their twins.

I wasn’t invited, so I’m not going.