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Broken Train

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Been a long day. I’m tired, Bill is exhausted. Last night was mellow, just chilled. Watched Pushing Daisies which was pretty good. If you like Ugly Betty, or even the Gilmore Girls, you would probably like Pushing Daisies. It’s witty, it’s macabre and it’s very sweet, which in my book is a pretty good combination. And they have good Broadway performers on, Swoosie Kurtz, Ellen Greene, Kristin Chenowith and last night featured, Raul Esparza who was just on Broadway in the revival of Company which brother Frank had planned on seeing but since it didn’t win it’s deserved Tony award, it closed soon after that. Then brother Frank had his stroke so that would have been a problem even if the show was still running.

Bill went to bed after Pushing Daisies and I forget what I watched. Surfed the net I’m sure. Didn’t chat with anyone since there was no one to chat with. Soon, I too was horizontal, waking up hours later will Bill once again kissing me good bye. Got up did my thing, and I was on the bus in no time. Got to the office after getting an egg sandwich from West Indian Tony who always asks about Bill. Last time I told him that Bill was taking care of his parents so now West Indian Tony asks about Bill’s parents. I got to the office where there was a message on my voice mail from Bill.

Apparently his father had another seizure last night, and they moved him to the hospital. Fortunately it was St. Vincent’s Hospital so that was good. What was even better if that could be said when both parents are in the same hospital was the fact that both Bill’s mother and father were on the same floor. Bill called me later on in the day about wanting to talk to me about something regarding the apartment. He wanted to talk to me face to face so I made arrangements to leave the office early. It was busy but Tom Chin was ok with it. I finished my work anyhow and left an hour earlier, which was an hour later than I originally planned. No feeling like an idiot like I had the past few days, but that didn’t matter since I was worried about Bill and his parents.

I made it down to the hospital, a bit sweaty since at some point the temperature went into the 50’s. Bill met me in the lobby and we sat and talked. He mentioned that he would be more than likely spending more time at his parents apartment when they get discharged, and how if and when they pass away, the two bedroom apartment in Stuyvesant Town would be in his name and would I be interested in living there since years ago I mentioned I wanted to live in Manhattan. Yes I did say that at one point, but it was in the context of owning a townhouse in the Village, like maybe 10th street between 5th and University. Quite nice and quiet and very expensive so that would have to happen after I win the lottery.

But I am not so keen on living in Manhattan anymore, at least sometimes. Maybe if I was out and didn’t want to wait for the Path train or pay for a cabbage back to Hoboken I would like an apartment in the city. But do I want to? I don’t know. It would be a sacrifice I might be willing to make though. Even Alfred Stieglitz moved from Hoboken, as well as Stephen Foster, and some guy named Francis, and Steve Fallon too. Two hours ago, I was hesitant now I’m reasonably willing. Ask me again in an hour or so.

Oh yeah, here’s some pics.

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Don’t Bother Me

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What is it with me? What is my motivation, or more precisely, where is my motivation? Up in smoke perhaps? But I’ve been good, just lazy. Content to sit around and do nothing most of the time, then logging online and writing about how my friends are never around to do anything, meaning I’m not calling anyone to do anything either. This morning, Bill mentioned going to see a play that his friend, Rome Neal directed at the Nuyorican Poets Cafe and I expressed very little enthusiasm. I didn’t say no, but at that moment I wasn’t up for anything, I was frustrated by the New York magazine compilation of crossword puzzles in an effort to increase my word power and boy am I rusty.

But I thought about going out to meet up with Bill, since we hardly ever do anything together lately, Thanksgiving dinner was a family thing, and this would be a date of sorts. I actually got motivated, listened to music instead of watching Robert Morse in How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying, and got bundled up for my trek into the city. And once again waited until 4:20, well actually 4:14 as I was pressed for time. The iPod was all charged up and decided to listen to Sparks, Lil Beethoven which I still have to burn for Annemarie.

I figured on taking the bus to the city then walking over to catch the train to Union Square, stopping in on Farfetched and seeing Harpy perhaps and Lois or Susan or whomever might be working. As I approached Washington Street, my phone rang and it was Bill. They were moving his mother to a different floor, I think to a cardiac unit, or at least from a cardiac unit obviously I’m not too sure. (She’s out of the cardiac ward) He wanted me to call him when I got into the city. I could tell by the sound of his voice he was worried and I suggested just calling off the evening, rather than having him sitting in the Cafe worried about his mother. He reluctantly agreed and I was ok with it, since it was my idea anyway. So the best laid plans fell by the wayside. I actually got it together and left the apartment, ready to head into the big bad city only to trip on the plug, and yanking it from the wall, effectively killing that idea.

So now I’m making some dinner, listening to Steely Dan right now, just playing the role of a DJ, Primal Scream cued up for the next track. No plans for the evening, it’s even colder than it was yesterday. Staying in once again, the best option. At least right now it is. Tomorrow could be a good day to go out and do something besides walking the radius of Washington Street and to Clinton Street. A major adventure perhaps. I’ll let you know in any event. Not much on TV tonight.

I did watch Smoke Signals, starring Adam Beach. The first Native American film written, directed and produced by Native Americans. It was written by Sherman Alexie, who wrote the Lone anger and Tonto Fist Fight In Heaven which Annemarie gave me for my birthday. I tried getting into it, but now after seeing the movie, I have a renewed interest in the book again, so I’ll give it another shot.

Dinner was good. Ravioli again. The end.