Beautiful Sunday just popped into my head although it’s Friday
I wonder who sang that song… was it Mark Lindsey? I don’t know, but it was a song from the ’70s, over 50 years ago. It was performed by ‘Daniel Boone’ way back in 1972.

Once again I am at my own little corner of the fruit stand and it’s going to sound weird but I much prefer the other location since it’s always busy there’s always people walking by at this location it’s just me and the house cleaner

It was wonderful but she’s in a lot of pain she had a knee operation a few months ago and never really followed up with rehab she just went right back into work and now she’s paying the price for it

I meant to her that if I could help let me know and I will help it’s not like I have anything else to do but she just says no and brushes me off.

So a nor’easter is approaching and also a full moon which resembles something that happened 14 years ago with some hurricane named Sandy full moon high tide big storm all at once. Somehow I had (to) the foresight to do my grocery shopping last night because the supermarket will probably be underwater tomorrow because the storm is expected to begin tonight.

And it’s in the 60s temperature wise today 60°, this is (President?) enough but I see people bundled up as if they’re heading towards the Arctic and everything: scarves, hats, gloves, you name it.

Part of my storm preparation cuz I have to replenish my pre-ground flower supply I was down to just a few pinches last night and I have to hunker down and might as well have red eyes when I’m doing it

I also went to Wendy’s and got the combo hamburger and fries and once again the very handsome homeless guy was holding the door wearing the do-rag and has such a deep rough sexy voice.

And someone from my past suggested that we get together and make love once again and I explain to them that I’m not really doing that anymore it’s just too much trouble and I do appreciate the relationship that we have now and entering sex into it it only alter the relationship that we have and I’d really rather not.

Of course I say that at 1:48 p.m. on September 25th, a Friday and at 1:58 p.m. on September 25th that Friday I could change my mind. Perhaps that guy at Wendy’s holding the door if only he came up to me hahaha…

But even those days are gone. I would say almost 40 years ago I had to meet somebody on the street, and we’d go back to my crib, over there crib, or some hidden alcove, but those days are gone.

I am now the old man that I was looking for, and the younger types don’t interest me, and the older types are few and far between, so I’m left with the right arm that looks like Popeye’s.

And that was today, September 25th, Friday, and September the dictation, which I think went well; perhaps it’s the location that I dictated, or perhaps it’s just that I’m speaking clearly and concisely perhaps, perhaps, for us perhaps