This is the second attempt at posting something today. Earlier, when walking to the supermarket, I had Top of the World by the Carpenters playing in my head, not a bad song, very uplifting and positive.

I posted a few other things that I had to type because the microphone was not working earlier, and now it is, and now that it is working, I cannot access the previous post, so here I am.

I am at the train station catching a train out to Garfield to have lunch with my sister-in-law. It’s been a few months since I’ve seen her once or twice, and I postponed it on behalf of something else that was going on in my life.

Yesterday it was a bit of a nightmare starting out with the shower problem and then realizing that I would have to go to Home Depot afterwards, which I did. That was a nightmare because there weren’t many people around to help, and I wound up getting lost in the store. And I did find someone to help.

She remarked that it was a small store, and couldn’t understand how I got lost. But she did direct me or allowed me to enter the men’s room to pass some water. Then I bought an inexpensive shower head and dope tape, and I was able to install and shower head all by myself with no blood took less than 15 minutes.

The walk backwards was arduous, painfully sentimental. I left past the shelter where Mike used to work and where we used to meet up and then walk over to my crib to do whatever it was that we did. Then I inadvertently found myself walking down the same streets where we initially walked last November. I’m sentimental, he is not. I think he thinks he’s coming over tomorrow. I’m pretty sure that it’s not going to happen. A reason must be told.

I finally heard from Frankie. Things were not going well for him, a bad breakup after a 10-year relationship. Naturally, he’s despondent. I can relate that the Mike finale was 10 years, it was not even 10 months. But it was more than 10 weeks.

Now I sit at the train station waiting for the train to start moving. Bill is driving tonight and tomorrow, and so I will not see him until tomorrow. Believe it or not, I am looking forward to being alone tonight. I’m also looking forward to taking a shower tomorrow morning with the new shower head.

It worked well this morning, and I don’t see why it would not work well tomorrow. A bike ride is in order for tomorrow. Both Elaine and RoDa thought I rode my bike on Saturdays, even though I’ve been posting on Sundays. Some connections cannot be made I suppose. Since I walked through that sad, heartbroken land yesterday, I know not to do it tomorrow when I’m riding back on my bicycle.

This morning I had a dream where I was at Skyline Studios with Julio, Bill, myself, and Bob Dylan. There was a blizzard going on outside, and we had to get downtown. We all had cross-country skis and we’re trying to figure out if we should jump out the window from the third floor into the snow with our skis on. I’ve dreamt about Bob Dylan before.

Hamburger deluxe with a chocolate shake, standard diner fare for the past 50 or so years. I have no problem with it. Elaine mentioned a few years ago that she had problems with it, at least the problem with regarding the same thing each time, but I think she’s gotten over it because she really had to.