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Octopus’s Garden

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Ahh the day after Thanksgiving. A quiet day, stress free relatively and a bit nippy. Whereas yesterday it was in the 60 degree area, today it’s been halved into the 30 degree area. I did have some ambition, enough to go out and walk around a bit, and also had a good mid afternoon nappage. That’s basically all that I did today. Oh, and some laundry. Last night was cooler, with Juan making an appearance, it’s been awhile since we hung out. Well not really. We did meet up a few weeks ago, one Saturday night. Last night we watched The War, which I have from Netflix. I was surprised he would be into but he watched most of the dvd before it was time for him to get some rest for his Black Friday shopping that apparently does each year. Crazy! Not for me. I’m a sleeper. And I’ll do my shopping online or on the fly. Depends on whats in my wallet at the time.

Juan was quite familial last night, even going so far as to be mocking, much like a sibling does, to my dismay. That would have given me license to beat him much like the way a sibling does, but I decided against it, what with it being Thanksgiving and all. I did watch Sweeney Todd today on dvd, with George Hearn and Patti LuPone. It’s the concert version, no props, just the cast, including Neil Patrick Harris, on stage, singing alongside the orchestra. The opening number still gives me goosebumps. I got the dvd out after watching a commercial for Sweeney Todd, The Demon Barber of Fleet Street starring Johnny Depp and Helena Bonham Carter, directed by Tim Burton. I’m excited and also hesitant, having seen it on stage several times, mostly with brother Frank who took me initially to see it at the New York State Opera House at Lincoln Center about 25 years ago.

Since then I’ve seen it every chance I could get when there was a performance in this metropolitan area, sometimes with Frank, sometimes with Bill and one time with the both of them, sitting way up in the nose bleed seats at Lincoln Center. I did see it at some church on the upper east side where Sweeney sang like his mouth was full of lumpy oatmeal. I think one of the best ensembles was in Bergenfield at a former firehouse turned theater with Frank, Elaine, Meghan and Cory for a birthday present. That was really tops, and it was such a small theater that the cast couldn’t help but mingle with the audience as the show went on.

I’m sure during light fare the cast mingling with the audience is a treat but during such a macabre show like Sweeney Todd, it is rather edgy. Not that I minded. Gave it a nice flavor. So no new plans tonight, more laying low which is fine by me, though I may go out and take a walk in the night time, maybe have a cigar and stroll down Washington Street. Or I might just stay in. Either one is fine with me. And I do have to get the mail anyway. So that settles that. After I finish watching Imagine…The Beatles in LOVE on the Sundance Channel. That’s a plug.

And here are some pics
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Bill

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Me

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Me again

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Me Smiling!

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Hoboken Sunset

An hour or so later. Went out, took a walk, had a cigar. Quite nice out, 33 degrees, but comfortable, if you’re dressed properly. Not many people out which was nice.

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I really shouldn’t complain but I am upset. There’s no bread in the house. When I left there were four slices and that was enough for me and Juan to have burgers on. When I came home, no bread at all. I just sent Juan to the A&P to get some more bread, after texting Bill with a simple, ‘Bread?’. Like I said I shouldn’t complain, especially since I’m writing this on my beloved’s laptop, the G4.

Still no word from dear Rand about when he could stop by and install my network card. I figure that I’m either on his shit list, or he’s very busy with his business or just doesn’t want to visit an aficionado of the Jazz cigarette. Or it could simply be a combination of all three. A response would be nice in any event. I did offer to take him and his wife, Lisa out to dinner at Karma Café if he could do it. He’s simply not biting though.

Today was a Monday and of course not a bad one after being pummeled and beaten up by the ocean yesterday. Made watching TV difficult last night, trouble keeping the eyes open you see, or rather don’t see. Bill and I were both under the sheets last night. Since I put the air conditioner in last week it’s been a relief from sweating throughout the night. I do enjoy bundling up under the sheets and a big body like Bill’s is a great thing to hang onto. We make the best out of a full size bed, not looking to purchase a new, larger bed like we did on the Fourth of July weekend.

I woke up as usual and puttered around, taking a shower, making coffee, pouring cereal and counting slices of bread. In the distance I kept hearing my cell phone vibrate, and when I looked there was a text message waiting. It was from Felicia. She was very ill and said she had her first session of dialysis. Not fun, not at all. The message was received at 1:45AM. I texted her back, letting her know everything was aright and that I hoped she felt better, asking her to let me know if there was anything she might need.

Not that I’d be really able to help her out, I mean, leave work and run an errand for her? I would if I could but it was sort of an empty promise. If she asked and if it were possible I would do it. That meant she would be out today, and quite possibly tomorrow.

Speaking of ill supervisors, I did a little research and found that a certain former supervisor who claimed a few times to me that she won a major settlement and would never have to work again. Well if she is using the same name, she’s an executive assistant to some CEO of a financial firm in San Francisco. That made me laugh contentedly knowing that she’s still lying. I wonder how long it will be till her brain starts doing the strangeness she claimed it was doing in New York. These things have a habit of biting one on the ass, or in her case, on the brain.

That was fun! And now here’s Juan with the bread. My hero! Time to start counting slices!