Well, I hadn’t posted on this here blog since last week, and it was a pretty good weekend overall …Mike was expected to come over on Friday but was unable to, which was fine, but Saturday filled that hole in the schedule.

He’s leaving tonight- back to his crib and Jersey City. So Friday was just chilling out on a three-day weekend. I actually left work 15 minutes early, which made a slight difference. Bill and I didn’t do much on Friday, just sat around and watched TV, which is what we’re prone to do. Then Mike came over Saturday late morning, early afternoon, and we walked over to the big supermarket while Bill napped.

A good part of the weekend was spent sitting around the TV and talking, Bill telling his tales, Mike listening but not much effort and I say effort because it takes a lot for me to listen because I heard the story is over and over again and I do recommend that he edits but he does not and yes while it drives me up the wall I would sincerely miss it if he wasn’t around to do that drive me up the wall.

Right now, I am wandering down West 12th Street, wondering just where it was that I saw a therapist 37 years ago. I don’t suppose it matters, and I can’t find it, which could be a reason for therapy itself. I’ve decided to take lunch at 1:00 p.m. rather than noon, and it doesn’t matter to my coworkers, so that’s good.

Between you and me…I am presently walking down 10th Street. I remember a hook-up that I once had 20 years ago that went sideways through my own fault, a disappointment for all parties, and a haunting memory for me.

But that was then, and this is now, and here I am. I found the building, and the former resident seems to have been gone for a while. But it was almost 20 years ago, and I could be quite wrong as I sometimes am. I just saw another cigar man walking in the area, so maybe this is an area of haunted cigar men. Does the Quad Cinema still exist? Doesn’t seem like it.

On Sunday, I did about 14 miles, actually 13.75 miles on my bicycle, which was good. I like to start big with my steps, even though on Sunday it’s for cycling.

It’s a lot warmer than I had hoped. I’m sweating a little bit, about to get into the office again, just because there’s nothing else to do. When I type entries for this here blog, everything is more controlled, I have to think and edit and type correctly as I post. But walking around, I am just dictating into the phone, there is no filter, it’s just me talking, which I edit and indent in place into paragraphs when I get home at night.

It’s certainly a lot easier than typing and achieving 500 words at least, easily attained by dictating rather than typing. I’m not rushing to get back to the desk, though. So I’m sitting outside finishing up this small cigar before I head back i,n which is a matter of minutes. So I ordered something online while in a red-eyed state, an item to take the gray out of my goatee. Something that I always thought I’d never do, but last night in a week moment I fell for an advertisement on social media and ordered i,t and mistakenly had a sense to my former place of work, Bratty McGrotty. That meant I would need to contact Rafe Dais.

And I sent him a text letting him know that a package might be arriving for me, and he graciously offered to have it forwarded to my home address, which was nice. He also stated that it was nice to hear from me that I was a good friend, and I agreed that I am a good friend and he was a good friend as well

Right now, in the middle of the afternoon, I can safely say I will never order things off social media again, because I have been checking my account online to make sure everything is still on the up and up. And it seems to be at this moment, so when I receive this actual order, it remains to be seen. Going back inside now only because there’s nothing to do outside, inside, I’m sure there is something for me to do. Now I am sweaty.

Friday holiday weekend, Memorial Day approaching, last full weekend in May.
I’m finishing up my lunch hour outside 106 5th Avenue. There is a guy sitting on the sidewalk, who was there an hour ago, and I put a dollar in his hand, and he hasn’t moved, I think he might be dead.

The city is quiet, the trains weren’t that crowded this morning which was enjoyable. I had a salad for lunch which is something I haven’t done since last year. Relatively healthy eating has been just an odd thing for me since I’ve been making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches most days that I started working. It is a way to save money and an easy snack, and it’s protein and it’s sweet, and it served its purpose, but I needed to do something to free up the lower extremities or intestines, what have you.

Bill is in a sad state of affairs, not my story to tell, and I would have been telling tales out of school, and that was me and him. Mike might come over, unsure of it but I’m handling it better this week than I did last week. Why do I find men and do-rags sexy?

So the salad was good, I got it from a place called Chopt, which is where dear Billie from DC trained a long, long time ago.18 years ago, perhaps? They mistreated Billy so much that I refused to eat for them ever again but here we are 18 years later. I’m sure Billy got over it, and I’m sure I will since I had a salad and it wasn’t that bad, it wasn’t the best. The salads at 11 Park Place for a lot better and cheaper, but what can you do?

I really think the guy who is on the sidewalk might be dead since he’s next to a construction site on the street with the jackhammer going off, and he is not moving one bit. This time next month, this area will be filled with the pride parade and onlookers, and Bill and I might join as we usually do, it’s hard to say though, since it’s so far in advance anything is possible.

There is a tentative plan for Mike to join us on a Sunday if he gets out of work around 4:00, at which point the parade might still be going. But that’s 30 days from now, and a whole lot could happen in 30 days.

Once again, I am dictating the words into the phone rather than typing, which is cheating, I suppose, but I type all day on a Mac and I go home and work on a PC and I find myself doing Mac things on the PC, which is unnerving to say the least.

I am happy to report the homeless guy that I gave a dollar to earlier has gotten up and moved, taking his cardboard and is crossing Fifth Avenue as I speak, wearing a Yankees jacket. I sit outside 106 5th Avenue smoking a Romeo and Julieta Reserva mini cigar which does the job that I need to do.

I should change last night’s photo on this here blog since I posted it when I was being a little jealous bitch last night.

I do have a history with this neighborhood…back in the day, my parents and my brother Brian and me, came to this neighborhood in the 1970s to get some furniture at an Ethan Allen showroom. My father always had some sort of deal with someone somewhere.

It certainly wasn’t the most exciting thing for me, though being in the city was exciting, but all I saw were my parents’ hands as they grabbed me tightly and talked about everything that they could about furniture, which did not interest me at all.

After we left the showroom, we were walking down 5th Avenue on that summer day, and the three of them, my parents and Brian crossed the street and I stayed on the corner talking to some person that was there. The three of them were a block away before they realized that I was no longer with them.

They were quite surprised and upset and probably angry that we had been separated but there I was happily talking to some stranger on the street. And that street could be the same street I am sitting on now.