Sunday morning Liberty State Park

I’m out earlier than usual. Rain is in the forecast for this afternoon and I need to cycle away my dramas both inside and out.

Electrical dilemma
Mike coming over not coming over
Bill rehearsing his lines

New position
A Great Galapagos goofball
Melatonin lemonade garbage bags

Carl Jung talking about narcissism and empaths. Guess which one I am?
The end of sexual relations with what’s his name

Empaths and narcissists. I am an empath so I think and I also think I’m surrounded by narcissists. I just viewed a documentary from Carl Jung talking about that subject. It’s just about everything Carl Jung said I related to 100% Bill and to a greater extent Mike are narcissists. I suppose I’m used to building a narcissist for 25 years but with Mike it’s different.

I have only known him personally since November 2024 and he’s younger than us. Though a lot more than Bill and I have and man does he control the situation by his power of his narcissism and then to see Mike’s narcissism defer to Bill’s narcissism and I just sit there taking it all in.

Just wandered around Hoboken and stopped by the dispensary where I thought RoDa was working but he’s not he’s probably in his crib and I’m walking by his building right now but I am a sweaty horse.

Last night Bill and I had a heavy discussion with Mike about all things it seems to be the end of when aspect of our relationship of course I can change any day but right now it’s like I am keeping him at arm’s length for my own good.

And Bill is wrapped up in the play that he’s opening up on August 22nd and they have to learn his lines and be off book by Wednesday so he’s stressed about that and have it absolutely nothing to do with me last night despite my apologies earlier in the day when I was outside in the heat the planning about the lack of electricity in our apartment while he sat in the air conditioned bus trying to do his characters lines.

I went to the closing party for Bob Berts art show at 5:03 social club I was there for less than 5 minutes and did the perfect Irish exit courtesy of my phone and a non-existing phone call.

I did my bicycle ride a few hours early this morning usually I leave at the end of Golden Girls. Today I left before 10:30 I was home by 12:15. it was a good ride to clear the head somewhat and enabled me to focus my thoughts.

Now I’m walking home. I know Bill’s not home yet so it should be good for a few minutes until he does show up. Who knows what mood he’ll be in. I do think he’s thinking something he’s taking days to think of he’s going to pop the usual old school quote “you know I’ve been thinking about this…”

And then he’ll tell me what it is he’s thinking about and say what do you think and like I said 20 years ago I think you’ve been thinking about this for a few days and I think you’re only giving me a minute to think about it.

I could be wrong, I’d like to be wrong, I hope I’m wrong, I generally am wrong.

I had a phone call from Connie’s sister Jennifer, who told me Connie wasn’t doing too well. I mean when I saw her name on my phone I thought the worst but it’s not the worst yet. It’s Connie’s not doing too well and she seems to be taking on dementia so much so the people in the home that she’s living at called Jennifer and told her that she’s talking to the air conditioner. When Jennifer asked Connie about it, Connie said they kept interrupting. She was having a lovely, beautiful conversation with me, John O’Toole, and Jennifer just needed to tell me that.

This is the Monday post of the Sunday edition.

So Bill was fed up with listening to me sing the same song that I’ve been singing for the past 22 years with regards to our wonderful landlord and the super that lives in our building. Bill is working on a play that’s opening up in a couple of weeks so he’s got that on his mind and he was driving people that were driving him crazy and that was on his mind and then he last thing he needed was me bellyaching.

This dictation method used to be so good last month this month it’s crap. Things have also gotten better between me and Mike; he is quite the narcissist, whereas I am quite the empath, and I say that knowing that he will not understand what that means if he ever read this blog, which he does not.

Rain was expected yesterday afternoon, so I was determined to get my bike right in, and so I left around 10:30 a.m.
It was a good ride to Liberty State Park, too early to get cigars, and I was home by 12:15. I showered, took it easy, and then decided they’re around 4:00 after I had eaten to go see Bob Bert’s closing party for his photo show. I was there for about 5 minutes and was able to successfully complete an Irish exit.

But it was so damn hot that the shirt I was wearing almost went see-through. I trawled my way up to ShopRite, did some other shopping, was home and did nothing, and waited for Bill to come home, where we had our nice talk.
Work today is okay, I got my stuff done. Now it is very hot and I sit in the shade once again smoking a mini cigar.

Marcus was reassuring that I would do fine on Wednesday, working at the older office, which was a nice pat on the back, basically, I have nothing to worry about.

It is Friday and I have slept very well. I am back at work prosthetic devices in my mouth fully intact. Listening to Kiri Te Kanawa and Maria Callas singing arias from operas.

I look forward to sleeping in tomorrow and by sleeping in I mean sleeping until 9:00 a.m. . It’s going to be another hot scorching day today and I am going to smoke a real cigar rather than a mini cigar since I’m all out of mini cigars and I bought a real cigar at the cigar shop by Grove Street Jersey City yesterday.

When I went to the dental lab to have my prosthetic mended they told me that it would be ready at 5:30 and I should probably just go back to Hoboken and that was not going to happen. So I went to the cigar shop Sky Tobacco they called themselves and bought a digger and sat in the lounge and just chilled out.

Then I’m talking to a guy named Nick Massi Jr whose father played bass in the Four Seasons. It was a good time spent with another cigar smoker. And talking to Nick there’s another gent next to him who is headed off to work at MSG and I mentioned that a friend of mine was applying for a job there (Mike). I took it as a good sign that’s something might happen to Mike since the Jeff Bezos company jerked him around for almost a month and then dropped him, so fuck Jeff Bezos.

I came home last night to find most if not all of the recordings on our DVR were no longer there
That was quite annoying and we lost quite a bit. I don’t know what happened and I don’t think it’s possible to get those recordings back. I mentioned it to Bill in passing before I went to bed last night.

And he’s somewhere in North Hudson county getting his Real ID which can be a challenging venture to begin with. I did it a few years ago and by the skin of my teeth I was able to get a Real ID. PSE&G lists my apartment as being on the south whereas my landlord lists the apartment as being on the left so there is a discrepancy between the two and I had to explain that to the worker behind the counter at the DMV.

So the trip to Garfield tomorrow is not to be so I’ll be staying local. I have enough heart points to do whatever it is I need to do and I know what I need to do and that’s going to that new dispensary at 15th Street and I’ll go there before I go to the really big grocery store.

Hand of Fate by The Rolling Stones just appeared in my head followed by Bennie and the Jets by Elton John.

It is 95° outside on a Friday afternoon in the summer and it feels like 106°. Of course I picked this as the day to smoke a real cigar rather than the mini cigars. If you want to dance, you got to pay the piper right? Right?

Hoboken trains were greatly delayed and so I took the Path to Newpost and walked home from there in the heat.