Sunday. Not as warm as yesterday but still warmer than it should be. 50 degrees or so. Last night Juan came over and he watched ‘Defending Your Life’ with Bill and I. I first saw that film a few weeks before my mother passed away and it gave me some sort of comfort when that awful Mother’s Day event happened. It’s still a really good movie, still gets quite a few laughs. It was also one of those situations when I watched it, I was seeing things I either had never seen before or forgot totally. A senior moment perhaps.

Bill went off to bed shortly thereafter and Juan and I watched a little bit of Saturday Night Live. It was a repeat with Alec Baldwin hosting, Christina Aguilera was the musical guest. Both were quite good, very funny. Juan was fading fast and left soon after the music, I headed to bed after that. I lay in bed wondering about the new job. I hate thinking about work on my weekends, but I suppose this would be exceptional since it is a new job. Soon enough I was wrapped in Bills arms headed to slumber land. It was still quite warm and we slept with the window open. In January.

According to Bill I was talking in my sleep and he found it cute, but couldn’t remember what it was that I was talking about. We both got up around 8:30 or so, he in the shower, me making coffee. Soon he was off to church and I went out to get bagels and the papers. Came home, had some eggs and watched some of the morning shows. I had rented from Netflix, ‘World Trade Center’ by Oliver Stone. I had it for a few weeks and kept putting it off to watch. Obviously it’s not a fun movie and whenever I suggested watching it to Juan, he quickly put the kibosh on it, which was quite understandable.

I put it in around 11:00 and was totally engrossed. My brother Frank recommended it a while ago and sure enough, he was right. There were moments where tears were streaming down my face. It’s well done, it has it flaws but they’re easily overlooked. Brought back some of the feelings from 5 years ago, which aren’t too far from the surface for me. I was going to save it so Bill could watch it, but I couldn’t go through watching it again.

I called up Frank afterwards and we talked about WTC, and talked about the Beatles in a totally unrelated conversation and I also told him about the situation with the new job. It was a good talk. Also spoke to Elaine who told me Corinne was in Hollywood, Florida, staying at a classmate’s grandmother’s house. Nice to get out of the area, kudos to her. Frank mentioned that the Annie Leibovitz documentary on PBS was really good and luckily it was on when I got off the phone with him.

I watched the last hour and was inspired enough to walk around Hoboken with my camera, smoking a Padron ala Weegee and taking pictures of anything that struck me as art. I’m going to try to post them in the pages listed on the right column so take a look tomorrow just in case there’s nothing there tonight.

Back to work tomorrow, so wish me luck. The dreaded day five. I just have to figure out my place in the office. At least there aren’t Felicia’s in the air.

It’s Saturday and it’s 70 degrees. I just got back from walking around Hoboken and there were literally hundreds of people wandering around Washington Street, dozens of people in flip-flops and shorts. Crazy for January 6 don’t you think? Somethings not right I tell you.

Last night, after walking around the Village and midtown with Adam I came home awfully tired. Two glasses of wine and I was exhausted by 11:00. Bill came home a little before that and I could barely keep my eyes open so I shuffled off to bed and fell into quite a deep sleep. I woke up, feeling somewhat refreshed after what I thought was about six hours. When I opened my eyes it was only 11:30. I got out of bed and sat with Bill who was watching the late Bob Ross, painting on cable TV. That added a touch of surrealism as I took a Tylenol PM. A half hour later I was once again in bed, ensconced in Bill’s arms.

I haven’t had a jazz cigarette in days and that’s been leading to some very intense dreams. One dream I remember involved my adjusting my belt which had dozens of holes in it. Way too many. Another dream I had involved watching ‘Rent’ and sitting in the movie theater bawling my eyes out. That was intense enough to ask Bill when I woke up in the morning if I was crying in my sleep. I wasn’t.

Bill and I walked around Hoboken for a bit this morning before he went to his vocal class and rehearsal. Quite nice, many kisses in the sun at the bus stop. After that I got the papers and bagels and came home for breakfast. No good news except for the heroes in New York this week, the guy who leapt on the subway tracks to save a stranger, and the two guys who caught a child who fell off a fire escape three floors up. Nice. The subway hero got $10,000 for saving a student’s life.

That gave me an idea to save people should they fall onto the Path train tracks, or the subway and make some dosh. And of there’s no one to fall, well, who’s to notice a little push in the right direction? Kidding…that’s not my style at all. Need to find someone to do it for me. I do work at a staffing agency after all.

Bill was gone most of the day, Juan was not back from his party in New Brunswick and I did my laundry. I watched TV and strangely enough, ‘Rent’ was on TV which started to affect me so that is when I decided to go out and see what life was like on the street. That was alright, it was a beautiful and unnatural day. Now I’m home, Bill just walked in and purchased a monthly bus pass which was incredibly nice.

Annemarie called and suggested I try to play the bass line to ‘I Was Made to Love Her’ by Stevie Wonder, which is crazy complicated. James Jamerson was an amazing bass player, incomparable as Marvin Gaye called him. What was Annemarie thinking? I listened to Elton John’s ‘Hercules’ from Honky Chateau and I can’t even get close to Dee Murray’s bass lines on that one, much less Motown. But I’ll keep trying though, feeling my way up and down the neck. Who knows? Honor thy error as hidden intention.