Daily Archives: September 2, 2024

HOLA

Joe Biden is on TV right now, stumping for Kamala. There is a hope that hasn’t been felt in a while. We voted for Joe in 2020, there was no other way we could vote. The other guy was just an idiot and Bill and I being from the tri-state area, we’ve known what a turd he was since the 80s.

I came close to meeting Joe in 2012 after Superstorm Sandy messed up the PATH train lines. I got a fist bump and a couple of snapshots which you won’t see here since either WordPress won’t allow it anymore or I just don’t know how to do it anymore. Perhaps I will try.

We usually watch the news at 6PM but Kamala Harris is now speaking so we are watching the news, not just the reporting of news. History I reckon. A wonderful distraction.

And now back to writing.

Today is Labor day. And out of the past 3 days, today has been the best day weatherwise. No apprehension about riding today. I was definitely into it. A slight variation on the trip, different streets. The weather was so nice that there were more pedestrians out and about, walking their dogs and not paying much attention to anything.

I used the buzzer on my handlebars a few times and had to use the whistle when the buzzer was going unheard. As I have written before, I sound the alarm about 30-40 feet away. Most people pick up on that and all they need to do is take a side step for a few seconds and then I am gone.

Today I sounded all the alarms as I saw 2 women walking and talking alongside a very busy thoroughfare. Finally, I had to break out the whistle which startled them, and as I passed one of them had her heart on her chest, and said ‘Whoa’. I looked at her as I rolled by and said ‘Yes, whoa’. I didn’t stop, didn’t turn around, just kept on keepin’ on.

I was feeling good since it was right after seeing my old pal, Julio, and his 10-year-old son, Christian. Julio’s older son Alex, looks like Julio and Christian looks like his mother, Stine. That is quite a gene pool what with both parents exceedingly good looking. Julio would be the first to admit that.

Bill came home a little bit after I did. This gig he’s had for the past couple of months has finished. It was a good gig and the ending of it, probably added to his depression and stress. I can’t blame him.

I try to help steady the course, telling him to ‘Be Here Now’ and I try to maintain that myself but it sure is not an easy thing to do with the monkey mind I seem to have. Part of me is itching to write about my feelings for the oncoming week but that would not involve ‘Be Here Now’ would it?

I would be anxious about something that may or may not happen and I’m feeling too good for that.