It was back to work again and Bill is on the road. I took the air conditioner out of the window yesterday. It’s a lot cooled out lately and once again for the past 20 years, I would go to sleep thinking the air conditioner was going to fall out. Every sound that was made was the sound of impending disaster.

And then there are the constant intruders that only come out when I am drifting off to sleep, masked ninjas who leave empty handed since they learn we ain’t got nothin’ worth stealin’. These are the thoughts that go through my mind like a ticker tape.

And ticker tape! Is that an early 20th century word or what? No one nowhere uses ticker tape anymore. Double negative?

One half of the usual paranoid thoughts are on the docket tonight. Bill is off somewhere in New England. From what I know, all is well. This superstitious atheist knocks wood. Summer is over and done with.

We are now in the fall or autumn. Not my favorite time of year but there is nothing I can do about it. Roll with the changes I reckon. I am constantly getting Artificial Intelligence suggestions about these posts as I write them. “Would this be better?” I am constantly dismissing the suggestions.

“I’m sorry John, but you shouldn’t do that” Then it starts printing the lyrics to ‘Daisy Bell’.
Most unnerving.

Today is Bruce Springsteen’s 75th birthday. My siblings were very much into Bruce from way back when, before Born to Run. I grew up hearing his music and some resonated and stuck with me. I tried getting into the fervor but overall it eluded me.

I did see Bruce on the Born in the USA tour at Giants Stadium. Not the same as seeing Bruce at the Bottom Line for a weeklong set of shows in 1974. In 1984 I went with my brothers and my brother’s wife’s family. It was a long show and that is all I remember, besides being asked not to light a joint around my sister in law’s siblings but I did anyway.

I guess my brother who wanted to get me high when I was 14 years old(!) wanted to show how clean he was. I was 18 when I actually started smoking weed. I was out of school, not going back after graduation. I was a poor student and did not need the help of weed to prove that point.

I think that might be a subject for a future post, I know the dates, the locations, and the names of the characters in that sordid tale. Since no one but me is reading this, that is what I will do. Too late for tonight, perhaps tomorrow. Perhaps I just jinxed it.

It was over 40 years ago and it was a very different world. Arduous and a very long time is what was just mentioned on the TV and it seemed apt to apply it here. School days also is a subject I was thinking of earlier today.
Sister Christine, a horrible teacher. Miss Gaudio, nice teacher. Mrs Maria Luciano, the absolute worst. And that was just grammar school, not forgetting Sister Mary Octavian and Sister Annelle. Violent penguins.

Distracted. Easily distracted. It’s been going on for the past hours and finally, I got it together and here I am. A bike riding day. Gotta get them in while I can. It feels like if I end it, it wouldn’t be because of the weather but more than likely because of the people. There are more of them out and not many of them are bright. I’m being kind.

I think I should get that very loud horn since what I am currently using doesn’t seem to get the point across. And the point is, ‘Here comes a big white guy on a bicycle going 12 miles per hour and does not want to hit you’.

And the Citi bike renters are the worst. They don’t know the rules of the road. And they’re pretty loose rules, easy to understand. It’s all a matter of cooperation and common sense, but they don’t seem to know how to do the former and lack in the latter. Other than that it was average, nothing to see her, pedal on.

Bill is going off for a few days. He says five but if it’s anything like last time it may go longer. But this time there is another iron in the fire, of which it is not my business to write about here, so I won’t.

Oh, these distractions keep calling. I went there and now I’m back. It was only a minute or so.

I’m a bit tired from the bicycling this weekends. My knees ache but that’s probably from sitting in front of a desktop for the past few hours and getting distracted. There was a container of CBD ointment that Bill and I use that had mysteriously vanished.

I think there are some interdimensional pockets in this apartment where things go for a time and then reappear later on. I swear I saw it yesterday afternoon but by last night it was missing in inaction.

Sometimes it’s Bill who will move things that had been in the same spot for years and then all of a sudden they’re gone. In those cases, I have a pretty good feeling Bill did something. Why would a pair of pliers want to go off to another dimension?

And then I ask Bill and he tells me ‘Oh, I did such and such with them’ and then he hands it over. But the CBD ointment though…

Feels like it’s back to school tomorrow but it’s back to work. No feeling of dread which is good. Last night’s post was something different. I enjoyed it. The notes came in handy and I do take notes on my phone.

Not writing anything on the phone mind you, just notes, ideas, observations. In this day and age, one has to be careful about what they post on the interwebs. So not all notes, ideas, or observations make it to the phone. They remain in the musty recesses of my mind. I’m enjoying writing this even though I don’t think anyone is reading it, and that’s OK.