A beautiful day but a bit too warm. After days of cold and damp 50 degree weather in a 24 hour period the temperature rises up to near 90. Crazy. But it wasn’t raining. I ran into old friend Jason Stasium once again. As I was leaving the supermarket there was Jason pushing his beautiful daughter in a stroller. He saw me first. We chatted for a while, about the cigar shop (when I last saw Jason I was working with Shlomo and company). I filled him in on the McSwell’s debacle and we had a few laughs about that.
He suggested contacting another old friend about checking to see if they knew anything. I was thinking more about Juan than myself. Juan is back to pounding the pavement. You’ll have to read his story in his blog located in the blog roll on the right. Then I came home to find a note on the door. The building handyman asked me to call him when I got home, so that is what I did. Apparently the Russian family in the apartment below me and Bill left and there is water damage in that bathroom.
The handyman came by and asked me to run all the water, sink, bath tub and toilet all at the same time. He ran downstairs and could not see anything happening while the water ran for about 5 minutes. The tub hasn’t overflowed and neither has the sink. . It’s an old building with old pipes and no one has a clue on what’s going on.
A nice breeze just wafted in through the window. Humidity sets in and it’s hummus everywhere in Hoboken. Bill is off in Philadelphia on an excursion once again involving a bus. He’s been driving a lot lately which prevents the problem of both of us being around all the time getting in each other’s way and on each other’s nerves. Bill is due back on Friday so that should be cool. I will hear all about his day via a phone call later on tonight I reckon.
What a day this has been. They said it would rain, showers actually, but they’ve been saying that at least once a day. Today they were correct. The day started out pleasant enough but by this afternoon, the skies opened up and streets were instantly flooded including my corner. You have to improvise and improvisation in the rain is never easy. Lucky the customers are loyal, unless you get their consumer goods wet, then its ‘whine whine whine‘. The only one who really whined was the sculptor but she’s always whining and oh so easily ignored like most sculptors are.
My friend from way back when, Andrew was in town. I knew him when he was Andy. Now he’s Andrew, married with two beautiful kids and a lovely wife in Southern California. We made plans earlier this month to meet up since he was going to be in town and today was the day to meet up. And then I got this gig slinging rock on the corner and I had to back out of a cup of coffee. Our mutual friend Rand would probably be in town and they could do their catching up without me. Rand and Andrew were once roommates, when they were both known as Randy and Andy. So long ago…
I did get some congratulations from Andrew on the slinging rock franchise I opened up and that was good to read. With this slinging rock formation I don’t know how long it will last but I plan to hang onto that corner as long as possible. The original plan was for six weeks but so many other factors have come into play and it looks like it might be longer. I might be one of those guys, naked in an air tight room putting things into baggies. If that’s the case I hope my coworkers are handsome.
I think Juan is on his way over so that should be fun. It’s been like a week since I last saw him, and I few days since I told him that he could not stop by, Bill wanted to be alone with just me. Bill is on his way home and I texted him to let him know our kid was probably going to be here. No word whether or not that matters, no response so I guess he doesn’t care. And that is fine with me & Juan I guess.
Now I am listening to Patsy Cline, her greatest hits. I love Patsy Cline, ever since I saw Beverly D’Angelo portray her in Coal Miner’s Daughter. Just some connection was made and later in life I found likeminded people who felt the same way for Patsy Cline. Juan just arrived and made a crack about me listening to Loretta Lynn. He’s a wise one that Juan. I of course, explained it was Patsy and he cut me off before I could say ‘Cline’ as he knew who it was that I was listening to, and it wasn’t him.
and this one has been floating around my etherized skull