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Last night was a mellow Fourth of July. No complaints. It was raining and very muggy out. No need to go to the river to see the fireworks since you couldn’t really see them anyhow. You could see different colored clouds and fog flashing.

From the 5th floor perch where I sit you could see North Bergen and Jersey City blowing up. No interest really. Bill phoned and though he and his mother were about 100 yards from the East River, they wound up watching it on TV.

Before Bill went over to Stuyvesant Town, we watched Galaxy Quest, which Bill had never seen before. That’s the Star Trek spoof with Tim Allen, Sigourney Weaver and Alan Rickman. It’s really a funny movie and a wonderful send up of the Enterprise enterprise. After that we started to watch Psycho.

I hoped Bill had never seen it before, but he did. I looked out the window and a few miles away I could see a plume of smoke so we watched the local news which didn’t have any information on it. The plume eventually dissipated .Bill was busy, shredding boxes of documents and papers that he had accumulated over the years and threatened to collapse ala the Collyer Brothers from way back in the day.

Juan came over last night and we watched what else but Walk Hard. Juan had never seen it before, and for me it was the third time in two days. I made some summer cocktails which were basically vodka and diet Sierra Mist with a slice of lemon for a summertime qualification.

It seems I can’t make a proper drink anymore these days, and I should leave drink making to a professional. The second cocktail proved to be the last as it kicked my ass as well as Juan’s. I made us each a hot dog on the George Foreman grill which allowed me to regain single vision, able to read with both eyes open.

Fittingly we watched Weeds after Walk Hard. Juan hadn’t seen the latest episodes and I had only seen two out of three. Still watched two out of three because midway through the second episode, I was fading fast. Juan walked back home and I went to bed. Had a good night’s sleep, woke up around 8:30 which was quite nice.

Texted Julio about bagels but didn’t receive a response. Stine made it a point to tell me the other night not to post her picture anymore, she was very uncomfortable about it. So no more pictures of Stine then. I think that was prompted by the cd I gave her of all the photos of Alexander that I had taken. That’s too bad, but I don’t want to make waves so I’ll respect her wishes.

Today’s weather is reminiscent of the 1977 Fourth of July which was bound to be a letdown after the previous year’s bicentennial celebration. I remember going to the Garden State Plaza, which was still an outdoor mall then and running around in the rain with my friends through Sam Goody’s and Bamberger’s.

Eventually I broke off on my own for a little while doing some exploring from the tearooms of Mars to the surfaces of Uranus. I’m amazed at how I can remember these things.

Now where did I put my keys?

This afternoon I wandered around Hoboken, bought a used cd of Walk Hard which is just as much fun as the movie and I’ll try never to mention Walk Hard again. I just loaned the dvd to Rand and Lisa and they’d never seen it before.

I had a nice stroll up Washington Street with them, they ran into stores while I hung outside smoking a Padron 5000. Quite nice and the humidity keeps the cigar fresh. Almost had a Mojito with the two of them, but Bill had just came home and I wanted to see how he was doing. He’s fine.

A Cardinal 50 feet from my window

Hoboken Holiday weekend

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Feels like a Friday, but it’s a Thursday. A breeze comes through the window and I have no water again. They’re tearing up the street outside my building, some water pipe problems. They did it yesterday and now, today.

Last night someone was being waked (woken?) at the funeral home around the corner. According to Bill the street was crowded with people and cars. I think the dead person was a ninja bike enthusiast since I heard a lot of motorcycles revving up for about 10 minutes.

I watched Walk Hard last night. I bought a previously viewed copy from Netflix. I love this movie, still gets a few laughs from me. I watched the theatrical version last night and the incredibly self indulgent directors cut this afternoon. If Juan stops by this weekend I might watch it again. Watched that and then some David Letterman before turning in.

Woke up around 7:30, did my thing, showered, made coffee, sat in front of the computer when I noticed that my eyeglasses were broke. Not the lenses but the right arm? Stem? Anyway it was a bit off. There wasn’t a screw missing (insert joke here), but apparently there was a spring missing. I called Cohen’s Fashion Optical in Manhattan and found out when they were open till.

They’re located at 805 Third Avenue in Manhattan. I work across the street at 800 Third Avenue. That meant I had to head into the city, basically going to work on my day off. The salesman at the store Evan, well I detected that he was into me back in November, so I decided to dress appropriately.

The chaps were at the cleaners and I couldn’t find my coochie cutters, so I went indie rocker I suppose. It’s basically what I’ve been wearing the past 10 years or so during summer months. All that’s missing is a skateboard. Evan was glad to see me and was able to arrange to have the frames repaired within the next week.

I walked around Manhattan for a bit, listening to Girl Talk and grinning a lot. Harpy and I had a nice chat on the phone about Girl Talk and other things. That was a lot of fun. Also spoke to my sister Annemarie, las night who misses being out here at this time of year like she’s been for the past decade or so. I miss having her around here too. Hence a bummer summer for both of us.

Out of all my siblings we’re the closest, much to the occasional snarky comment from Frank and Brian. But that’s a whole ‘nother entry. Today I sent her an email suggesting that she go to the Funplex and Dance This Mess Around. Hopefully that’s what she’s doing.

Bill just ran in and ran out. He’s going to see a Yankees Red Sox game tonight. I hate the Yankees. If I had to make a choice it would be the Mets. We were a Mets family when I was growing up.

I went to a few games at Shea Stadium, including one time with the Lodi Boy’s Club where I saw a Pittsburgh Pirates game and Willie Stargell hit a foul ball crack his bat in half and the top part of it went flying in the stands and smashed someone right in the face.

The boys of summer indeed.

I smoked a Padron while wandering around Manhattan, headed to the Path train. Wandered though Hoboken and bought a lemonade sweetened with Stevia from 2 enterprising lads on Washington Street. I guess I prefer Stevia in my coffee. The lemonade was good, but sugar would have helped.

I almost got hit by 2 cars this morning as I was crossing Washington Street. I had the light but car # 1 was driving south and not paying attention. I put up my hand, specifically one finger, and not the middle digit and he stops, signaling his apology.

Then as I was walking into the northbound side, car # 2 was rolling through the red light. I threw up my hands in dismay. Such idiots, and they were both on their cellphones as they were driving through red lights.

So that’s it for now, a busy and hot Thursday afternoon. Here’s some snaps.

Boy blue

Blonde with ciggie

Bananas

95 scorching degrees? Break out the dark clothes!

The enterprising entrepreneurs selling organic lemonade with Stevia! Kudos!