Postpone, delay. Been thinking about writing and I know once I do, things generally flow freely from there. It’s been cold, so time outside is usually a trip to the supermarket, which is what Bill and I did today. It was a bit of a letdown. I almost wrote fiasco but letdown works better.

Just the timing of the supermarket visit. And now we remember that Sunday afternoon is not the best time to go. Just too crazy and busy. I usually buy Pesto in a jar there and it’s usually selling for $2.99. At least that’s what I saw when I was there earlier in the week. Today it was $4.39.

I suppose it’s mere corporate greed. Now that L’Orange Merde once again reneged on another campaign promise to lower grocery prices, just the other day stated, that once prices go up it’s hard to make them come down. Ever get the feeling you’ve been cheated?

A dumbass professional writer made a comment about tariffs on my social medias. Bill and I take the long way to get to the supermarket, for me it’s only about counting steps. Bill made a remark about me being the Mayor of Hoboken since I saw a friend, Kurt selling his wares on Washington St.

Bill wasn’t around back in the day when it would take forever to get down the boulevard since it seemed, every 50 feet I would run into a friend. Those days are gone. I used to think I never saw these friends anymore since they might have seen me first. Now I just think they’ve moved on, either physically or into the universe.

Hoboken has changed considerably since I first moved here 40 years ago. No watering holes for these weary bones. There was an event nearby that a few friends who are still around or have cars to drive in from the suburbs were performing at.

We didn’t attend for myriad reasons. Bill knew about it, I mentioned it a few times but neither one of us did anything about it. I was in something resembling a funk and Bill did try to reach out for me but I was not feeling it, I’d rather be stewing in whatever bitter juices I was marinating in.

I snapped out of it eventually, though snap out of it means ‘right way’ and whatever happened did not happen in an instant. Now I am better. Bill and I watched Emilia Perez on Netflix which was recommended by a few social media friends.

Very good, mostly in Spanish which was easy for Bill, and I depended on the subtitles. It was an operetta which was not as offputting as I would have thought. Now we are watching Jamie Foxx explaining his life when he had a stroke. It’s heavy in most senses of the word.

Having witnessed the effects of a stroke via my brother Frank, Jamie Foxx was quite fortunate. Then again he had the money for the care and therapy.