At the fruit stand today, after a not very interesting weekend. Bill hit the road. Mike was supposed to come over but his parole officer had other ideas. Mike was housebound once more. He was not too happy about that, but now he was WiFi and able to entertain himself. A friend of his who is still incarcerated threw some cold water in his face.

Basically telling him if he doesn’t like it, he could always go back behind bars. There are dozens of men in prison who would be more than willing to trade places; overall while Mike’s situation is not ideal, it is still better than the alternative. It was so simple to figure that out, but it was not taken into consideration until Mike’s buddy set him straight, so to speak.

The weekend was not so bad. It went as expected, just with fewer people around. My time outside the apartment was usually spent going to and from the supermarket. Sunday’s visit was mainly to get things I had forgotten to purchase on Saturday. I spent more money on Sunday than I had spent on Saturday.

The people who were at Bill’s cabaret on Thursday, reminded me of characters from Woody Allen’s Broadway Danny Rose. I tried telling Bill that. Not that these people were without talent, just seemed like people who have toiled away on the fringes of New York City showbiz. I wound up purchasing Broadway Danny Rose for future reference. It does have a Thanksgiving element to it, so we could always watch that then.

And thanksgiving this year won’t be like last year. Last year, Bill and I brought Mike along to Garfield for dinner. Elaine was very welcoming and had the three of us back for Christmas dinner. Mike was humbled by Elaine’s welcome. The first visit was a handshake, really. The second was a hug. Who knows what this year will offer. Elaine mentioned we could go there Thanksgiving Saturday.

It’s all up in the air, and anything could happen. Wednesday I will be in the belly of the fruit stand again. In August, Yancy mentioned my visits to the belly of the fruit stand would be reduced. It seems that I have been going to the fruit stand at least once a week. Not a real reduction if you ask me.

I just got off the phone with Yancy, and I asked him about this Wednesday, and he replied it would be good since he has errands to run that day and an extra set of hands could only help. I have gotten better at accepting the visits to the belly of the fruit stand, though overall I would rather be where I am most of the time.

I definitely need to get an eye exam because I really need a new pair of glasses. It’s getting bad. The damned Warby Parker spectacles have been scratched through no fault of my own. I need to make the time because what I am going through is somewhat maddening.