Seems like it’s another strange, awkward day this September 24th, Wednesday. Have a small cigar for lunch while Mike presents his side of things regarding his new Paramore, which is not coming this weekend due to something that has come up. The new Paramore is blowing up on Facebook so much so that someone posted that he’s posting too much, to which Mike responded that it was racist. I saw it and I said I don’t think it’s racist. I thought it was rude and disrespectful.

Mike stated that the guy complaining has no black friends, and I almost mentioned that neither does Paramore, how he does not have white friends. It’s made me reluctant to request his friendship, and I did withdraw my request the other day just because it’s taking so long and I don’t really care. Plus, I’m looking at dropping out of social media for a period of time for such yet to be determined.

And though things ended on the physical side between Mike and me, it’s still a twist of the knife somewhat to hear of his infatuation with this guy from the other side of the country. I mentioned earlier that I did look him up, and I saw a missed as this and the listing as that and doing this and being that.

I found that that didn’t add up, but then again, you look at my social media info, it really doesn’t add u,p but I wasn’t putting stuff up there to meet guys I was putting stuff up to be funny as people lower their age online I added 30 years to mine so I am 93 years old on the social media.

Mike, being Mike, is oblivious to how I might be feeling. He called us up last night. It was a schedule posted for his job for October, which only had two dates of work listed, and he was freaking out, which in turn freaked me out, thinking that I’m going to have to help him look for another job again.

Turns out it was a computer glitch, and he’s working more than 2 days. He really loves me and Bill and feels comfortable enough to call when things like that happen. But like people are sometimes available when you need them, and sometimes they are not available he’s really not available when needed.

So Yancey came in today, and it was okay the one has to look at him carefully and try to figure out what’s going on in his head. There were a few issues that he had with the condition of the desk, which was not clean enough for his white gloves, and he promptly did some dusting. He reminded me that there are some apps and routines that I should do with regard to visitors.

It really shouldn’t be my job to do it, it should be the host and their requirements, but we know how that will turn out, so it falls to me.

I really don’t like autumn.

I sit at my desk listening to Elton John, Captain Fantastic and the Brown Dirt Cowboy. It’s 50 years old. I remember getting it a week or so before it was officially released, from my brother Frank, and I played it incessantly. I recall one time fighting with my brother Brian as I was listening to the album on a close and play GE record player. He caused the table to shift, and the record player was on, causing the album to scratch and causing me much despair.

Of course, he had to replace it. I remember my brother Frank giving me a CD, I guess in 2005 when it came out, and I was remarkably psyched, and he might have thought I was putting him on, but I was actually blown away.

I played the CD and much to my surprise I knew every note and nuance that I heard, even though I hadn’t played the record and at least 30 years. It truly is a classic, the ending of the Elton John band of the ’70s with Elton and Dee and Nigel and Davey, and Ray with Bernie, was the last gasp for that crew. Elton kicked Dee and Nigel out of the band. The reasons are still unclear; I would love to know, and I probably never will.