Sunday afternoon 3:11 July 6th I am in North Bergen in the midst of a bike ride. Just got off the phone with my sister and her son. It was quite nice. I was about to call her back and tell her how all my bicycle, enthusiasm, or exercises, or whatever, are mainly her doing from taking me out for bike rides on weekend afternoons back in the ’70s when she was living in Lodi.

Then I decided not to call her and say that because that would be two feeding the ironic machine of. Yeah, the last thing he said to her before he was hit by a truck while riding his bicycle was that it was all her fault that he left. So we go bike riding. And that would be ironic as those were the last words that I posted, and if somebody looks at my phone, it’s like “Did you see what he wrote at 313 on July 6th?”

Just some goofing off.
I am a cheeky bastard.

Monday afternoon 1:27 p.m. July 7th I am at my spot outside my building smoking my mini cigar. It’s warm in the shade. Hot if you’re in the sun. Mike went home this morning. Had some things to do with regards to Jeff Bezos, so we parted ways at the path station. I made sure he got on the proper train at the proper platform and I rode on to 14th Street.

He keeps missing. Keeps keeps missing phone calls and texts and whatnot since he has a crap phone and a crap plan but we are able to figure it out despite Bill telling him not to call me at work. He’s called me quite a bit this morning. Each time more frustrated than the one before.

I told him to follow the instructions I sent about removing restricted phone calls from his phone. Basically, if you don’t recognize the number, don’t answer it. But he’s in the position where he’s going to get a phone number from someone he doesn’t know. That’s with regard to Jeff Bezos. So that goes on. He climbs the walls and I get the phone call

It seems to have worked out. He had his phone interview and now he’s in another waiting stage.

Bill is somewhere in New England driving some people around. I do not know his itinerary in the area, and if I did, I wouldn’t be sharing it on this here blog.

My major accomplishment for the day is buying a battery for my watch. If I brought the watch to a Swatch store, they would replace the battery for free. But since there ain’t no Swatch store around here, I have to do it myself. Other than that, it’s been a quiet day.

Marcus came in and insulted me in his usual manner, to which I responded, “Girl”.
He is up at the old place where I had worked previously as is Jimmy Chile.

It does not seem that Mike will be returning back to Hoboken tonight, which is a lonely plus. But I wouldn’t mind the solitude, so it is good having him around. There is a gap and some things that we discuss and enjoy. He gets so wound up in his phone constantly constantly constantly looking at conspiracy videos and AI imagery which he might believe is true and I most certainly dispelled.

Saturday, July 5th. A beautiful day.

Yesterday Bill and I came home from shopping, just chilling out and having good conversations. Mike was in the Bronx visiting his Pops. He phoned us as he was leaving the Bronx. He had some BBQ which was a major point of July 4th for him. We lack a BBQ and do not have invites to BBQs. I cooked one of my finest Chicken, Penne, and Pesto suppers.

Mike arrived an hour or so later as we were watching Jeopardy. We watched Ironheart on Marvel TV. At least Bill and I did, Mike is getting more addicted to his phone. It used to be annoying but we got used to it and find it a little less annoying. We did draw Mike into Ironheart since it takes place in Chicago and Mike is from Chicago.

Following Ironheart, we got it together and strolled up to Stevens Tech so we could view the fireworks. We let Mike decide on the location and the route we would take to get there. We wound up on a platform by one of the modern buildings where we had a somewhat unobstructed view.

Mike was disappointed that the fireworks weren’t going to be on the Hudson. Bill and I knew they weren’t going to be there but we still had a good view of downtown where the spectacle would occur.

We took a few selfies while we waited and the downtown NYC fireworks went off, visually blocked by the downtown buildings. But a moment later Jersey City and Hoboken had their own shows blowing up so we did have a show after all. When they were finished we came home.

Bill was in bed not long after leaving Mike and me to entertain ourselves by watching TV. And then Mike was out cold and I crept into bed alongside Bill. I had a headache from dehydration and though I did drink some water, I should have taken a pain reliever for the headache.

I woke up with a headache and did take a Motrin with my coffee. Bill and Mike jabbered on as I got my head back in order. Bill had a plan to go visit a cigar lounge in town to see a friend, Turrell. Mike and I had plans to go to Coles St in Jersey City so I could take some photos of Mike before the colorful graffiti and murals.

We shot a few really good pics before Mike started getting woozy. I tried to get more out of him but to no avail. We sat and just chilled. Mike started getting emotional, tearfully telling me how much he loved Bill and me. How he appreciates and is grateful for all we have done for him. He lay his head on my shoulder and sobbed for a minute.

All I could do was hug him and tell him he is alright. Bill and I love him too. The kid needs love after all he has been through and we give him that and more.

Now we are all home, Bill working on something, Mike napping in the bed and me at the computer.