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It’s Up to You

Another lazy day, this time with drizzle!

Wrestling with the prospect of writing and deciding not to, and then eventually finding myself at the keyboard, writing. It’s a nasty habit and you would be ill advised to involve yourself with ink stained wretches like myself.

There’s really no excuse for it. It could have started and usually does, when I don’t have something to read, so instead I just make something else to read. For my own enjoyment. It used to be I’d write something and then squirrel it away never to be seen again.

There are a few notebooks, sometimes fueled by chemicals, alcohol or whatever might have been handy. But that was then and I named names as well as substances and locations.

I don’t do that anymore, names are changed, locations are described in a vague manner and rarely are substances ingested.

I have gone out once today. Too damp, too cold for me. Just mainly staying in. No reason to go out you see.

And I only went out to get some coffee at Dunkin Donuts. They have a sale on pounds of coffee and they’re way cheaper than Empire Coffee. I do like Empire Coffee but rarely go there anymore. I like to support the local businesses but when something is on sale you just can’t let it slip by.

And maybe there’s a smidgen of resentment since I wasn’t hired to work there when they had a help wanted sign in their window. And it’s just a smidgen anyhow.

Bill came home this morning as expected, after driving to and from Atlantic City. I did take a melatonin tablet last night which aided with sleep and definitely doesn’t lend itself to getting up early. Bill was watching Lawn Hors d’œuvre and I shuffled on past on my way to the shower.

What actually got me out of bed was the realization that I would have to head out to buy some coffee. I knew that yesterday but forgot all about it until this morning. So after a reheated cup from what was left in the pot from yesterday I felt steeled enough to go outside.

And it was raining and I had no umbrella and wasn’t about to climb four flights of steps again. It wasn’t raining too hard, just a steady drizzle. After buying the newspaper I came home and it’s where I’ve been all day, and perhaps will be here until tomorrow.

It’s certainly cheaper to stay home and do nothing rather than go out and spending money. The Pacific & Treme are on tonight and so I will more than likely watch both.

Right now I am watching John Jacob Niles and Odetta in a Folk Music Arm Wrestling series from 1959. My money would have been on Odetta, but John Jacob Niles had proven himself to be quite the formidable opponent.

Times were certainly different then. Or perhaps the era was different and the times remain the same.
Or they’re a changing. It’s up to you.

Napping Bill

Napping Bill


Rip It Up

Yet another day where I find myself not wanting to write, but compelled to do so. I have a few threads that I could possibly make something out of. It could be a stretch, it could be patchwork. It could be a rhyme and it could be without reason.

Last night had dinner with Julio & Stine for Alexander’s birthday. Some kind of bratwurst, potatoes salad, chicken salad, homemade rye bread and salad with some wine and home made birthday cake.

We sang Happy Birthday to Alexander who shouted ‘No! No!’ throughout. I brought my guitar and strummed a bit, but Alexander didn’t care, not when there were crayons and Thomas the Tank Engine and friends to draw all of his attention. Julio and Stine appreciated it though.

I thought the wine buzz would be enough to make for a restful sleep but that was not to be. I didn’t take a melatonin before sleep and therefore didn’t sleep all that well.

For some reason I decided not to go into the kitchen and take one, so stubborn I was with myself. Lot’s of tossing and turning and in the midst of that I jacked up my knee a bit. Just made for some difficulty when I walked.

The whole ‘something’s not right with that knee’ feeling.

I did go out and play guitar today, played some Specials songs, naturally. Do Nothing and Gangsters. As expected no one paid much attention, but some drunkards settled in at the next bench. They really enjoyed my playing and would applaud after each song.

Then they would bicker and one would walk away. Then he would come back and sit. Eventually the two of them walked away for a while then came back and sat further away. When I was done playing I walked past them and they both commented that I was a good guitar player.

Then they bickered again.

I went to the supermarket, I was out of Stevia which I got as well as some Ramen noodles for the homeless shelter that was doing a collection outside the supermarket. Bought them some lentils too.

Came home to wake Bill up so he could get ready to drive down to Atlantic City again and found him awake and getting his act together.

Played some more guitar and watched Bewitched which is really a terrible show, or rather was a terrible show. Canned laughter! I’ll have a double, better make that a triple! Haw haw! Everybody drink and drive!

I couldn’t help but remember something from National Lampoon, a comic where Samantha and her mother are having sex with demons. Edna Kravitz, the nosy neighbor has her eyes burned out while spying on Samantha and her coven.

The comic ended with Samantha and Endora being burned at the stake, Endora spewing forth profanity at everyone involved.

Now that was funny.

No plans to do anything tonight. I did think about seeing A Hard Day’s Night at the Loews in Journal Square with Chaz and Andy but opting to stay home once again. Perhaps a walk later on.

Anything but writing.
Please.

one half of my audience

one half of my audience