The Street Corner Mourners | johnozed

Wow. Another beautiful day. Quite nice. In the 70’s. Bell bottomed pants, polyester shirts. Chuck Taylor Converse. Norman Lear sitcoms. Yes that is how it is outside.

I don’t mind, I’ve been there before and now I have a little bit more knowledge about things so it seems to be working out to my advantage.

I decided to watch The Invention of Lying today. Someone had it on their want list so I decided to take the time and watch it. It was cute. Nothing to run to go see. If you can get it from a Socialist institution for free then I would definitely suggest doing that.

Just return it in time so your comrades could watch it as well.

I slept really well last night, so much so that I’ve been groggy most of the day. In a good mood though. Not much walking around Hoboken today but I have been out a few times and got some thing accomplished.

One of those accomplishments involved the Socialist institution. One of the politburo chiefs inside recommended a movie to watch, My Life in Ruins. Since getting on the politburo chief’s good side is a goal in life I took her suggestion out.

It was a Nia Vardalos movie, My Life in Ruins. She made My Big Fat Greek Wedding which was somewhat funny if I recall, and it also got good reviews. I heard Rachel Maddow liked it. That was printed in the TV Social Guide, published by Pravda.

My Life in Ruins got lousy reviews and lasted about a week at the cinemas. What do the bourgeois know about such things? I hoped to get another video saying to myself that if I can find something else I would merely return Nia Vardalos to the shelf, but no that wasn’t to be.

Still I could be pleasantly surprised. The reviewers aren’t always right.

Another item I received from that Socialist institution was Robert Crumb’s The Book of Genesis. Yes it’s exactly that. Robert Crumb decided to illustrate the book of Genesis. Surprisingly no mention of The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway.

Still it has many graphic images of the entire book, showing things like Lot offering his daughters to be raped by a mob, as well as those same daughters getting their father drunk so they could be impregnated by his seed.

Nice.

They never bring that up these days. It’s always Sodom this and Gomorrah that. It’s a dense read nonetheless. Fortunately I am entertained by mythology. I do wonder if most of the people that read such a dense book as well as the other books that follow aren’t a bit dense themselves. They surely seem to behave that way.

I’m writing this earlier than usual. I’m off to Union City tonight to see the Street Corner Mourners at the Park Theater. It was rescheduled from a snowed out date in February. I’m going to take a bus up there and walk back to Hoboken like I used to way back when I lived in Weehawken.

It’s a beautiful night for it or at least promises to be. I plan on recording the Street Corner Mourner Set and also have Bill’s card from his camera as back up. So that’s my plan. An early posting.

Hope you have a good night.

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Here I am writing to you, writing for you on a Friday evening. Nice and toasty evening. Well nice at least. Not so toasty, but I’m comfortable and glad to have a roof over my head and a full belly. Yes I just had some dinner and yes it was penne, pesto and chicken.

I made enough to stretch over a couple of days and I’m midway through. Really easy to make and only one pan is needed. I use the pan that Bill gave me for a gift a few years ago, and I ungratefully wondered why the hell did he get me a pan?

An expensive pan at that.

I didn’t cook that well, or enough to warrant a pan, but a year later I found it was the perfect pan to use on occasion. I can be such an ass sometimes and that was one of those times.

Bill didn’t make it home until 1:30 last night. I being the dutiful spouse, stayed up with curlers in my hair, a housecoat on and a butt hanging from my mouth. Rolling pin within arm’s reach. He reaped some good karma last night.

Coming back from Harlem he caught an express train to 34th street, and at the Path train he was the last one on board before the train left the station. Then when he got to Hoboken a bus was waiting, driven by a guy that Bill had trained with a few years ago.

That’s how I think karma works. It’s not the big payoff, it’s little things like a train waiting at the station, a line at the supermarket opening up and you’re first, things like that.

I went to bed, Bill stayed up watching TV. You’ll have to read his blog to find out what he watched. I slept soundly, woke up to see a lot of snow had fallen. Bill was up a few minutes before I was. He had a snow day from work.

I moved around him on the couch and stepped into the shower after setting up the coffee maker and fixing myself a bowl of cereal. After watching Gilmore Girls, I headed out a little while after that, trudging up to Washington Street and getting the paper and some bagels.

Came back home and deposited all that in the hallway and got the shovel and proceeded to make a path on the sidewalk as well as the front steps. Wet, heavy snow but it wasn’t too difficult to shovel it from one spot to another.

Not so much lifting, just pushing or plowing. Or is it ploughing?

Made it out again a few hours later, needed to run to the supermarket. Bill was off to another rehearsal for the play. I stopped by Julio & Stine’s for a few minutes.

It seems like I’m turning into my parents a bit. I cut out some coupons for Stine on items for Alexander. Didn’t get a chance to see the baby as he was sleeping but I did wake up the big baby who was trying to take a nap.

The supermarket wasn’t too crowded and the shelves still had items on them so it wasn’t like there was a panic run on the store before the snowstorm. It’s been snowing on and off and on all day and they say it will probably stop around 6:00 tomorrow morning with flurries the rest of the weekend.

I was supposed to see the Street Corner Mourners tonight at the Park Theater in Union City, but it’s been rescheduled until March 19. More time for the band to rehearse I said to Lily last night who was more than likely upset that everything was postponed.

Isn’t that what an ersatz father is supposed to do?

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