Back in my Arms Again The Supremes / Don’t Go (yes) Yaz

Both songs were in my head right after each other. I am back in the belly of the major fruit stand and it seems pointless for me to be there but they’re paying me to be there so I am there. It’s Violet’s domain so I defer to what she wants. Yesterday she wanted to take lunch at noon so I took lunch at 1:00. Today she wants to take lunch at 1:00 so I am taking lunch at noon. I try to be (accommodated, dating a combo dating) accommodating.

And as you can probably tell I am dictating these into my phone so there will be plenty of parentheses going around unless I edit in the evening.

I just spoke to Bill. He’s on his way upstate New York and hit traffic so we will talk later so he says. I slept well last night, crazy ass dreams but I really don’t remember it I just remember waking up saying that was a crazy (history) dream.

So I’m off tomorrow. But I will be returning to the city to shop at the store near my fruit stand to buy a present for my niece’s daughter. Today is her birthday and Saturday is fine and on Sunday there will be a barbecue weather permitting I assume.

So it’s been 25 years since 9/11 and all the news reports are regurgitating those stories from back then. Watch Jon Stewart on The Daily Show last night and he ended with a plug for John Field f e a l and his book. I worked around John Feal at that horrible law firm. I found him to be quite a dick. Someone that you could say hello to looking right in the face and he couldn’t bring himself to say it back and in my world that constitutes a dick

I do have T-shirts that he gave out that I only wear when I really don’t care how I look and I rarely wear them out in public. I only wear them around the apartment where no one can see them.

I haven’t heard from Mike today (did I get) but then again he’s not going to call me while I’m working in the belly of the fruit stand. He knows better. So I may call him sooner rather than later. It all depends on how many words I get done. And just because I call him doesn’t mean he’s going to answer the phone. He could be talking to his beloved (wait) Wade.

I defer to Violet so much that the music that is played is her choice of music. I try to find other things that are innocuous and pleasant to the ear, possibly unknown but that’s how I do things and I can’t expect anyone else to do the same. Imagination but it all ties into what it all ties into.

This is what it used to be but then again what is?