Postpone, delay. Been thinking about writing and I know once I do, things generally flow freely from there. It’s been cold, so time outside is usually a trip to the supermarket, which is what Bill and I did today. It was a bit of a letdown. I almost wrote fiasco but letdown works better.

Just the timing of the supermarket visit. And now we remember that Sunday afternoon is not the best time to go. Just too crazy and busy. I usually buy Pesto in a jar there and it’s usually selling for $2.99. At least that’s what I saw when I was there earlier in the week. Today it was $4.39.

I suppose it’s mere corporate greed. Now that L’Orange Merde once again reneged on another campaign promise to lower grocery prices, just the other day stated, that once prices go up it’s hard to make them come down. Ever get the feeling you’ve been cheated?

A dumbass professional writer made a comment about tariffs on my social medias. Bill and I take the long way to get to the supermarket, for me it’s only about counting steps. Bill made a remark about me being the Mayor of Hoboken since I saw a friend, Kurt selling his wares on Washington St.

Bill wasn’t around back in the day when it would take forever to get down the boulevard since it seemed, every 50 feet I would run into a friend. Those days are gone. I used to think I never saw these friends anymore since they might have seen me first. Now I just think they’ve moved on, either physically or into the universe.

Hoboken has changed considerably since I first moved here 40 years ago. No watering holes for these weary bones. There was an event nearby that a few friends who are still around or have cars to drive in from the suburbs were performing at.

We didn’t attend for myriad reasons. Bill knew about it, I mentioned it a few times but neither one of us did anything about it. I was in something resembling a funk and Bill did try to reach out for me but I was not feeling it, I’d rather be stewing in whatever bitter juices I was marinating in.

I snapped out of it eventually, though snap out of it means ‘right way’ and whatever happened did not happen in an instant. Now I am better. Bill and I watched Emilia Perez on Netflix which was recommended by a few social media friends.

Very good, mostly in Spanish which was easy for Bill, and I depended on the subtitles. It was an operetta which was not as offputting as I would have thought. Now we are watching Jamie Foxx explaining his life when he had a stroke. It’s heavy in most senses of the word.

Having witnessed the effects of a stroke via my brother Frank, Jamie Foxx was quite fortunate. Then again he had the money for the care and therapy.

Feeling somewhat better today which means the Yin to my Yang is feeling somewhat bad today. I’m up, Bill’s down. Part of the reason that I think I am feeling better is the holiday party from my former job has come and gone. I wasn’t planning on going, yet it felt like I knew of a party that I was not invited to.

Now that the moment has passed, I am fine. I’ve also muted Daisy’s texts since it’s probably for the best that I have nothing to do with anyone from that cursed law firm. And cursed they are. The last time I cursed a former employer I may have let loose a worldwide pandemic.

Then again it was a company that had its South African fingers in many international pies. These bastards are relatively local star fuckers ably supported by the shepherdess Joselita Semana. Semana is Balkan for Semen Eater I think.

It was chilly today as I went for an afternoon stroll. I mailed six holiday cards out yesterday and when I got home the was a holiday card waiting for me & Bill. It was Lovely Rita and she’s in a new apartment which I did not have the address for, but on the latest card was her new address.

A card was produced and duly dispatched with a photo that I sent to a few lucky recipients. As I was wandering around town I ran into Michael Post. he’s a cigar guy who lives across the street from Bill & I. I met him about 12 years ago when I was working for Schlomo at a cigar shop on Washington Street.

He was an interesting chap, a trainer by trade, and handsome to boot. My encounters were fleeting at best, Bill would talk with him at a cigar lounge that Bill would frequent while waiting for me to return from work.

Things didn’t work out well for Michael Post there. He was working there somewhat and the new owner fired him saying to Bill that he overheard him bad-mouthing the owner on the security camera. I thought it odd since of all the security cameras I had seen, they were all video with no audio, but this new cigar lounge owner got it like that or so he says.

I’m not a fan of this young entrepreneur. On 4/20 I was going to meet my dear friend, RoDa who works across the street from the cigar lounge in a dispensary. I was early and told RoDa I would be in the cigar lounge having a cigar and would meet him when he got off work. It was my first visit since the cigar lounge had new management.

I bought a cigar, clipped it, and scanning the room, I opted to sit on a couch away from the ‘Bros’ hanging out with backward baseball caps talking loudly about some stupid sports team, and also I would be able to ignore the TV screens showing the sports.

The new owner came up to me, asking if I would move since people were expected to come it, and even though they weren’t there, the space I was in had to be vacated. The new owner suggested that I sit in the chairs that I already decided not to sit in.

I got up and walked out, smoking a cigar nearby, and waited for RoDa. I haven’t been in the cigar lounge since, though Bill still frequents it on occasion. The cigars were a bit overpriced and were decidedly lacking in variety, strictly second-tier selections.

Still, I wish the owner well, I don’t want to see him fail but I doubt I would return to the establishment.