Happy? | johnozed

Patience has always been a virtue that I struggle with and today it was made known that I still struggle with it. It wasn’t so bad but in fact I am still in a holding pattern of patience with an anxious front coming in from the east.

Yesterday was a gorgeous day- I walked around Hoboken a bit, cleaned the apartment a bit and did some laundry. All was as planned. Bill had an audition and then attended what turned into a master class on acting. I busied myself at home and around town and even had time for a nap.

I also watched a whole hell of a lot of Harry Potter on cable. I couldn’t resist, for some reason I find myself enchanted by the movies, which got better with each release. Having seen them all I was able to leave and come back and jump right in later in each movie. I still think the last two- The Deathly Hallows Parts One & Two are some very good, very intense filmmaking.

After that I watched Boardwalk Empire during which Bill came home from his master class. Then we watched Pan Am which was a bit lame. I told Bill that they’re bound to be heading up to JFK’s assassination, then the Beatles arrival in the US.

JFK’s assassination would probably figure in Christina Ricci’s storyline since she was a big JFK supporter in his 1960 campaign and they had an episode dealing with the Ich bien ein Berliner story, even bringing up the fact that JFK basically said that he was a jelly donut. It’s a good thing that most everyone likes jelly donuts. And the Beatles did arrive on a Pan Am flight in February 1964, so guess who’s be manning that flight? More than likely our four stewardesses and flight crew.

Bill went to bed at some point during the news following and I stayed up watching I don’t know what on cable. I slept really well once again though I did have to tell Bill that he was snoring again, despite wearing a sleep apnea mask. So for Bill it looks like another visit to the Sleep Research Center is going to happen. Bill hasn’t been sleeping well. He’s been sleeping a lot, just not getting that full restful sleep that we all would like to have.

Thanks to the melatonin I slept deeply, so deeply that I had to ask Bill what day it was before he headed out after kissing me goodbye in the morning.
Today I lumbered out of bed, did my things, shower a shave and heading out for groceries as well as greeting the world with a smile. It’s amazing what a good night’s sleep can do for you. So right now I am hopeful and anxious.

Some texting with Bobby Risotto going back and forth, not immediate texting just a line here and there every couple of hours. It’s been a good day, gorgeous and somewhat warm. It was a good day to be off and a good day to be out. Hopefully days like that will present themselves accordingly, sooner if not later.

November 14, 2011

Well after a good night’s sleep with minimal trips to the lavatory I woke up relatively refreshed after silent bargaining with the alarm clock. It was an interesting sleep, more dreams with regards to people I hadn’t seen in decades.

A side note, Ken Mallia popped up on my Facebook friends list, you know, people you may know who are friends of friends last week. He looks heavier and a lot like his dad who was quite a funny character.

I was up and about shuffling through the apartment a few hours after Bill gave me quite a passionate send before he left. Some coffee to be made, cereal in the bowl with milk and a hot shower waiting. Then I got myself together and checked mail, watched the Daily Show and The Colbert Report from last night and soon I was walking up the street to the bus stop.

While waiting for the bus I noticed smoke billowing down 5th Street. I went to check it out but did not see any fire, just smoke. A minute or so later four or five fire trucks were barreling down Washington Street, just a few doors up from the bus stop. No idea where the fire was, or even if there was a fire. If there was it was under control by the time the firemen arrived.

My bus driver maneuvered around the fire trucks and we made it to the next stop where my neighbor Deborah got on board. She noticed I wasn’t on the bus yesterday and figured I might have taken an earlier bus. I gave her a sanitized version of Monday, leaving out the gross points. We did share a chuckle about the twin doctors whom her boyfriend doesn’t like as well.

An easy ride through the tunnel and soon we were parting ways at the bus terminal. A quick subway ride uptown and soon I was in the vicinity of the cigar shack. I wasn’t at 100% but close to it. A nice chat with Zack in the shack and soon Jerry Vale joined the cast of characters. The usual rogue’s gallery was ensconced in the man cave already smoking up a storm. It’s been getting crowded earlier and they never leave.

Zack had a late lunch which made my lunch an hour later and made Jerry Vale’s lunch, dinner. Nevertheless I was determined to go outside for my hour and sit and read. And I did just that, rereading Please Kill Me, by Legs McNeil and Gillian McCain, a book about the early days of New York City Punk Rock, starting with Andy Warhol and the Velvet Underground. I read it in the 1990’s and it still is an enjoyable read.

Then it was back to work and much to my surprise I was taking the lead in sales once again. And the numbers came out for October, the cigar shack doing much better than predicted. Thomas grabbed the lion’s share but still there was enough to go around for all of us, except for Jerry Vale since he is but a mere part timer.

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