It’s Tuesday. Not a big day at all. I did get an email from Paul McCartney’s website stating that Macca is doing a private show in Manhattan tomorrow night and that would a very cool thing to go see. They’re only giving out ten ‘special’ wristbands, so 20 people might be getting into the show. I don’t know how many people in the metropolitan area signed up for it, but I know I entered the contest three times. I’m sure others entered more than that but I figured that three was enough. It would be a really cool thing to go see and that is quite an understatement.

It’s been raining on and off this afternoon. Presently it is not raining right now, 5 minutes ago it was pouring. Been like this for the past couple of hours. Incredibly bright sunshine followed by moments of lightening, thunder and sheets of rain. It was pleasant enough this morning. I woke up to see Bill sitting at the side of the bed doing his morning prayers. That was a lovely image to wake up to. He thanks his god for allowing him to see another day. I just curse having my sleep interrupted by life.

Bill was out the door and I had my routine completed and was headed out the door to the bus stop. I haven’t seen the young man that lives down the street from me anymore. Last time I saw him he was staving off a bloody nose. I hope that didn’t do him in. Seemed like a nice enough fella. I hope he’s alright. And no, I’m not into him at all. Just a familiar face that I saw most days at the bus stop who lived or lives across the street from the library.

The latest brother Frank news from sister in law Elaine: Better today, a little blue but focused more than usual. He is impatient for speech therapy and a shower and bored with everything else.
The heart all checked out fine. The cat scan last night was for the arteries and that looked good. Neurology is supposed to see him today. If you visit check ,his room and floor cause he might be moved back to the 8th floor but don’t tell him cause then he gets messed up about where what and when and drives everyone crazy.

So that’s a little bit of good news. I had to run an errand to Chinatown this morning. For some reason that’s where our printer is. And they’re not that good. They told me yesterday the job I ordered would be ready today so I hopped on a subway to pick it up. It wasn’t ready. They told me they’d messenger it to me this afternoon. They didn’t. So I guess it will be delivered first thing in the morning which was their fall back promise.

I took a train and got off at Astor Place and walked by Farfetched. Lois and Susan were there and I told them what was going on with Frank. They were concerned and I told them all I knew. I didn’t tell them the latest which I posted above since I got that after the fact. I do have to go back there to get a wedding card and maybe a nice tchotke for the happy couple. Also Brian Boylan from McMann and Tate sent a set of keys to the Arcata School System. The eagle has landed. The pope shits in the woods. The bear is catholic.

Monday morning I’ve got Friday on my mind. Who was that? Wayne Fontana and the Mindbenders? Anyone? Hello? Is this on? Who am I kidding? The only one that leaves feedback is Song and he’s in Sydney. Juan used to but now he’s a working man. Annemarie prefers private emails and gentlemen prefer blondes. It’s been that kind of day. Still woozy from The Sopranos last night which I thought was brilliant and posted that several times on various bulletin boards. I was amazed, though not really, more disappointed in the fact that so many people HATED the final episode.

SPOILER ALERT. It was so intense from the beginning to the very end. I don’t recall seeing a more intense show. Phil Leotardo rightly got bumped off though I would have liked his lieutenants get rubbed out as well. There were so many theories going around about what would actually happen and out of the ones that I heard, no one had a clue. I obviously didn’t but how ofter do I actually have a clue? It ended like this, David Chase ended it right in the middle of Don’t Stop Believin’ by Journey which was perfect. Tony, Carmela and AJ sitting in a restaurant in Bloomfield waiting for Meadow to show up. Shady characters walking around. Is this how Tony will live the rest of his life? Always looking over his shoulder? Or will it end right then and there with Carmela covered in Tony’s blood and guts? Or will the whole family get offed?

NO way to say. David Chase ended it mid-song. ‘Don’t Stop…!’ which isn’t how the song ends. The screen goes black. 10 seconds later, the credits roll. That is what upset so many people. No blood. No happy song, no puppy dog licking the face. Earlier in the season Tony and his brother in law, Bobby are talking about death and Bobby says he thinks that you never hear the shot, or the bullet. Everything goes to black. And that’s how the show ended. Everything went to black. No shots, no screams, no blood, no puppies (and everyone loves puppies). It was all very much reminiscent of ‘The Lady or The Tiger’ which I thought was written by Rudyard Kipling but was actually written by Frank Stockton. A lot of people had to read it in high school, I know I did. Probably failed the test and wrote Kipling instead of Stockton. It’s such a short story that you can read it all here via this link.

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http://www.eastoftheweb.com/short-stories/UBooks/LadyTige.shtml

So many people went to the HBO website that it crashed from all the complaints. From what I’ve read on the bulletin boards, a lot of people were ready to cancel their subscriptions to HBO. Don’t you just love it when people are forced to think about the thing they are watching/reading/listening to? I know I love to think when doing those things. I just need to shut down my thought process when I’m not doing any of those things. Like now.