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Wedding Bell Blues

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OK, when I left off last night I was meeting Lisa De Falco for a conversation about me becoming a realtor. In my case it would probably be surrealtor, but that’s besides the point. Lisa called as I was writing at 6:00 and told her I would call when I was on my way.

I finished off the blog entry and got my act together and headed down the stairs. I pulled out the cellphone to find nothing. It stopped working. Panic. I had a phone interview for a job this morning at 10:00 and here I am the night before without a phone.

I walk over to Arf where Lisa was working and meet up with her. The plan to have coffee fell by the wayside and we opted for a walk. Lisa pulled out her cellphone and was able to call me but the connection was quite weak.

We decided to walk over to the T Mobile store and see what they could do. They usually treated me shabbily there so I wasn’t too optimistic. But to my surprise they were quite helpful and gave me a loaner phone for 14 days. I was grateful and told them so and Lisa and I continued on the walk around Hoboken.

Lisa, by the way looks fantastic. Lost many pounds due to gastric bypass surgery. We discussed the real estate license and she mentioned that I would need to drive which put an end to that subject. I don’t drive and won’t drive. Case closed. No big deal, it was just an idea.

Still Lisa and I had a great time walking around discussing life and things for an hour or two. Called T Mobile after we parted and got the run around. Called up Bill at his job and I was irate and curt that he couldn’t help me fast enough.

I was a douche bag and apologized when I got home. Thought that would be the end of it but it wasn’t. T Mobile gave me the run around a few more times before I was able to snag a free phone since I’ve been a loyal customer for 8 years.

Of course I had to re-up my contract for 2 more years but hey, thems the breaks for a free phone. Bill and I had a major row when he got home. My apology was not accepted, and me playing guitar in the kitchen, to welcome him with a song, and the dinner I cooked for him wasn’t enough.

His raised voice, his palpable fury, versus my calm reasoning. It went on for a couple of hours and things did get better. We hugged and kissed. Despite the making up, I didn’t sleep well and I don’t think it was because of him.

And then there is Juan, who has been possibly diagnosed with kidney cancer. Biopsies are in the works. He was in a car accident over the weekend and wasn’t really hurt though his ribs ached. X Rays were taken and a swollen lymph node in his lungs was detected.

Further investigation indicated that the kidney cancer may have spread to his lungs. Still he has the spirit and the wherewithal to fight it. I of course am on his side, and willing to jump off the wagon should the need for herbage come into play. Just gimme a reason!

Now I am off to the Times Square protest. And now I am back from the protest in Times Square. A bit soggy, a bit hoarse but glad to stand up with Bill for our brothers and sisters in New York. It was a decent turnout despite the rain, about 300 people turned up. There were 2 other protests going on as well, one was against Obama sending 30,000 more soldiers to Afghanistan and another was protesting against US interference in Iran.

Busy night for the NYPD but it was worth it in our case. We marched for California and we sure as hell
could march for our brothers and sisters in New York State. Civil rights, equal rights, not special rights.

The phone call interview went well and I have another interview, in person scheduled for Monday. Had to break the news that I was a college drop out from Upsala College in 1982 since my mom had fallen ill and I had to take care of her.

Also had another weird cannabis free dream last night. Annemarie and Bill were in it. It started outside the office building where I worked and was asked to participate in a photo shoot downtown which happened to be the spot where the Mudd Club used to be.

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Fly the Rainbow Flag!

Fly the Rainbow Flag!

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The US out of Afghanistan rally

The US out of Afghanistan rally

Andres Duque of Blabbeando

Andres Duque of Blabbeando

Down From Dover

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It’s a late Friday posting. And what a day it’s been. No word from Harpy all day so I guess I’m on his shit list. I couldn’t tell you if it’s a long list or a short list or even if there is a list at all.

Still he’s back in the good graces of Susan and so I guess I’m out of his good graces, or graces period. A gray cloud of Harpiness hung overhead through most of my day.

I did enjoy sleeping until 9:00 this morning, woke up checked some email and found I had a new T Mobile bill. A bill that is over twice the usual amount. Apparently according to them I went over my 600 anytime minutes.

I suppose that was possible since there was a few long calls with Harpy before 9:00 and I found out today that mobile to mobile calls aren’t free. And a few long calls with my brother Frank during daytime hours too.

Plus a $9.99 text charge which more than likely came from the ‘IQ’ test I took via Facebook and had the answer sent to my phone. Apparently having an ‘IQ’ of ‘145’ isn’t smart enough to outfox a texting scam like that so be forewarned and learn from my mistake.

So a part of my morning was arguing with Tiffany and Chris from T Mobile. Actually there was no arguing, it was me venting as I drank my first cups of coffee and Chris and Tiffany thanking me and apologizing.

It was a drizzly gray morning as I did my laundry which now hangs on racks and in the bathroom drying in the dampness. I had a plan to meet up with Mr. & Mrs. Casey Chasm this afternoon. Casey Chasm asked if I liked lasagna and I said I sure did.

Around 1:30 it was still drizzling out as I headed over to the Chasm residence. It wasn’t so bad when I left my building but as I walked a few doors up the block, the sky opened up and I reached for my umbrella which didn’t do any good besides keeping my upper torso and head relatively dry.

Everything below the waist was wet. I needed to run to CVS and when I left CVS it was still pissing out. I decided the best thing to do would be to head home since the sneakers, socks and blue jeans I was wearing were quite soaked. Up four flights of stairs for a quick change and then I was out on the street again where it had stopped raining.

I hung out with Mr and Mrs Chasm, chatting. They even got me to play Wii which I did for the first time. I did good on bowling, on tennis I won over Mr Chasm though Mrs Chasm wiped the virtual tennis courts with Johnno’s body.

Then came boxing and it wasn’t foxy boxing to my chagrin. Casey Chasm went easy on me but my left uppercut was most ineffectual which was understandable since I didn’t think an uppercut was actually possible.

He set the Wii for training after a practice round, me throwing punches all arms akimbo, Casey Chasm all tight and controlled. I was getting hungry, looking forward to some lasagna when Bill called.

His mother was being moved from Beth Israel hospital to a center on Roosevelt Island. He asked if I could go with him and of course I said yes. I made a hasty exit from the Chasm abode and on my way home had a slice of lackluster pizza which while filling couldn’t compare to homemade lasagna.

I went home again, up four flights again and unloaded some crap and got some new crap. I needed something to read since I was going to be back on the bus on a late afternoon on Friday.

That meant some rush hour traffic which like last time, brought me closer to 34th street rather than 42nd street where the bus terminal is. Two other passengers and myself persuaded the drive to let us off on 35th street and I once again navigated the crowds milling towards either the bus terminal or Penn Station.

I got to Bill’s office building and he came down a minute or so later. We then caught an F train to Roosevelt Island. The plan was to have Bill and I there at the facility when he mother arrived, to have two friendly faces to make her transition a little bit easier.

We got there a little after 6:00 and waited for nearly two hours when we found out that Bill’s mother wasn’t going to be transferred tonight after all. Bill handled that news admirably and we had a pleasant walk to the Tram which we took back to Manhattan.

I had never been to Roosevelt Island so I took a few snapshots.

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from the Tram

from the Tram


We got off the Tram on 59th street and would have walked back to the bus terminal smoking our cigars, but of course that wasn’t going to happen since it was raining once again. We rode the subway to the bus terminal and caught a waiting bus. And now we’re here. The day ended better than it began oddly enough.

Where are you?