Hooked Up

Went to Manhattan in my Malibu to run a few errands and pick up tickets at Lincoln Center for I don't remember what, but it was symphonic. No parking all around. No problem, right?

Put the vehicle in a loading zone near the backstage service area and took off around the corner some 50 yards to the box office up a set of stairs. Inside of ten minutes all done deal. Turned the corner and the car was disappeared. A very helpful patrolman told me to get hence to Pier 76.

Having spent all my cash on the ducats, had to call Papa for to float an issue.

"You knucklehead."

Resistance was futile.

We get together at the pier. At the time, the fine was probably $50 and the storage 25. So he's ready to lay out. Then, in a moment, he, a squeaky-clean NYPD detective in this scenario where tow operations are administered by the police, flashes his shield at the desk sergeant at the ledger. I certainly didn't ask and absolutely didn't expect anything of the sort.

"Can you give my idiot son a break?"
"Um not seein'." reflexed the sarge.

Papa embarrassed. I'm frozen. Totally clammed.
Paid him back pronto. Never said a word. Understood completely.

Going Back

Prior to the workout I swung by Karsh's for rye bread. Of course, I had to bring it inside rather than leave it in the truck. Into the locker it went. After a kilo of calories got oxidized and whatever else happens in ATP land, took to the steam and modified thermal Tai-Chi splash.

Internal temp must exceed 101 degrees and it takes at least a half an hour to cool down. I sit before a fan after a cold shower (there's no Finnish Heart Attack dip) and then respite myself in an easy chair until my pulse slows from 100 to 80 or so.

Placed my gym bag and the store's on the floor next to the chair, the bread stowed aft. 15 minutes, at least, I cryoed meself while a young man sat on the sofa on the right angle. He didn't say hello nor make any friendly gesture so I closed up and relaxed... except to consider any commiseration... you never know... leave the respites be.

Up in a shot when ready to abet the rush-hour traffic (all steamed up, hear me shout "Outta my way!") and raring to go home for a open-faced Cheddar and tomato severals avec dash, grabbed the bag, not both.

Home, the first thing was to turn down the thermostat, then get the stuff out of the truck. Which I did. Then I got into watering and other heat-stroking interfacing with the fauna. Took another shower (one does so x3 normally solstice to equinox) and went looking for them vittles. Where's the bread! Nowhere to be found.

Backtracked and all that... had to had left it in the gym foyer. A telephone call confirmed that. Told them I'd be back to get it in the morning. But I had my heart set on the sandwiches so I decided to go back directly. Consequently, out on the town again this evening.

Black tea from China and a tambora going strong. Just thought to pull up Morrison. Can't quite discuss how the Chinese feel about the Blacks. Oh yeah, that's be a good one. (Japanese worse.) So better stay with the - here we go... hold on there; the cover sounds better as well.


I've got the bread and have worked up a bodacious appetite, let me tell you. All I've had all day is vitamins and a little protein (creme) in me coffee. And there's the competition across the road. Hold on agin' - a useta be and I think I'll check out the whey. I figure it's doubled since I last used it. Although milk by-products might not be subsidized, the dairy case seems to have done so. Mostly truck, eh?

This took longer than I expected and time, being of the essence, has tightened up till the midnight close for to do the Lincoln Center epic. The condensation is underway.

"We ask that you please bear with us."

Tipping Scales

Glad to have run into old friend at coffee. Easy pixelating too. Was looking for another who did a star turn in a movie. That was one giddy surprise, to see him hold the screen the way he did. Very suave fellow. We've tubbed together too. (I'll bet he's thirty degrees cooler somewhere.) Not there. Yet reminds me of Lincoln Center parking story - coming right up, by accident.

Dropped twenty pounds the last month.
Ready to get back on treadmill and do dumb-bells.

Still rice and pasta (don't mention couscous, now) but metabolic activity rising. Holding off on meat dishes until lifting again.

Haven't heard from city compliance officer about landscape and figure all is well. I miss the pittospori. When they got scorched I was near despondent. Will be quite a while before the oleander fill out and attain height - the color, though, given the water, will be spectacular.

Taking In a Game

As intimated, was following the DBacks through the seventh inning last Sunday on the net via the box score when I found it necessary to see it live; maybe they'd pull one off, finally.

The patio was packed, a barbecue fixin' up and had myself a tequila. Water back; we drive. A fellow commences to size me up and locks his load when I engage him banterly off the skids.

"Have yourself a good stare." didn't report, rather told him about a crack in a Bloomingdale's stall. A creep who'd come every Thursday and peruse beyond the Wamsutta's to my utter bewilderment and disgust. He followed me into the lavatory and peeped while I pooped. Sweet sixteen and already knew exactly how to handle them. So you pull an amazin', right?

Went to a co-worker in towels and told him to tell the predatory peepster that my girlfriend was a Mafia princess. Never saw him again. Saw plenty of women, myself . . . dainty or otherwise.

Kudos thither and thanks for the memories.

Telling Books by Covers

Stopped at the library to do what I said I'd do. Fond remembrances. Much moxie; rock-ribbed. Wouldn't take any guff. Defensive.

Can't recall her reading to me but did look at books. Most recently this; earliest memory that. Dedicated to Murder, She Wrote too.

We've always loved libraries; from Steinway Street to Cholla Branch. Good patrons, right? Yeah, pretty good. (Behave yourself.)

Also good for printing up pictures. While waiting for a terminal I hunted for the Arcosanti piece. Some time thereby. When it didn't turn up, I remembered it's on a floppy. Will have to take steps when I get the chance.

Unharried

Today is my Mom's anniversary. I've her wake card in my pocket and am also reminded of having said I'd make commentary upon Arcosanti. I have; it's in the Word application and will find it directly after this post.

Before that, however, I'm going to take a picture of the card.

This morning has been eventful. The beastly boys are put out and I've settled myself elsewhere for the dispatches. (Good one - "mentioned in dispatches," an antique brownie point.) An idiot layed hands on me yesterday and I told him I'd have him arrested. Today, I'm blessed with the fruit of mine composure while the yaddinques hash it out. So glad to have met an stunning woman close to home. To tell you the truth, I meet women every day. Free as a bird, and ever have been.

Balancing experiences yesterday was a hoot! Keeping track of the DBack game online, I saw that they were losing by merely one run in the seventh. I decided to stop in a place up the road from coffee. Thought is was a neighborly venue, maybe even a dive. Yowza . . . 'twas a fairy convention!

Yanks Sweep

After watching the DBacks drop another one, decided to stop in to see the last game in the series, which was great because I'd forgotten about it (didn't want to go home) and across from where I get my shirts when I haven't done a laundry and need one ASAP.

A cloudy week with only a spritz or two locally. Just talked with someone who'd been up north where it poured. We really need rain. You always want the turf charged before the long summer and the ground saturated when you've got the trees and shrubs to cater to.

Friendly folks. This neighborhood location has changed hands several times during the 25 plus years I've frequented the businesses in the vicinity. The thrift was a Fry's at one time. Dollar store over yonder. WiFi available. Nice place to wind down and finish off publications.

Might even download a book. Let me think . . . this looks good.

Austerity

Went to contact Amy but she's unresponsive - unlike the fellows here.
No way any comment or give the creeps any personal information.
LeeAnn Morgan with another cheap shot from a bunch of malfeasants.

If funding scarce, no impediment to completion upon initiative.
I'd go with the boots, solely. Why make a big deal of it?
Keep the rifle clean - your best friend and we will remember always.
Mind your cover; respect enemies; annihilate by the Grace of God.

Local Watering Hole

Lovely entrance to place nearby. Yanks and Mets going at it.
DBacks lost a close one earlier... got tied up otherwise.

Ready for a brew with a friend or two.
Home soon to do laundry and housekeeping so's to be free tomorrow.



Update: Yankles win. Laundry done.
Remembered something and headed to supper.

What's with them?

Hope I hear about compliance issue so I can go back to my reading.

An intellectual hatred is the worst,
So let her think opinions are accursed.
Have I not seen the loveliest woman born
Out of the mouth of Plenty's horn,
Because of her opinionated mind
Barter that horn and every good
By quiet natures understood
For an old bellows full of angry wind?

W.B. Yeats; friend of ours.
No such thing as curses.

Alternative Route

Protocol: unobtrusive; tender mingles; relaxed. Jolly Jingles.

Aesop to Twain... what's your 20?

"One froggy lookin' trading post."

One of those "gotta stop in some day" v. the usual place.

The Dutchman's place. Good venue for sports congregants.
Swell guy juxtaposed. Nice girls.

Been here many times on business.

Toward the freeway.

I shook hands with someone who shook the hand of the Pope.

Another one we delighted.

Long time service providers.
Old standby: "It's the compressor."

Problematic tower! Is microwave tenancy or what? Find out.
Same goes for that blemish.

Firehouse melding into neighborhood.

Because experiences hereabouts since arrival include people whose privacy and livelihoods cannot be compromised, I'm quandaried and oft revert to faraway places when commiserating with the locals - although I are one. At least, I should say, that's when I'm most enthusiastic, especially when it comes to relating stories like feeding time at the Goose in Portland. Or the first boffo spring afternoon at Bethesda Fountain.

Presently, such persons are like a fellow who's got a disdaining attitude toward me for some reason (probably on account of a previous exchange) and with whom I'd like to consult regarding this very exercise. I know using the HTML approach will expedite the resolution of many issues herein; spacing is the paramount complication. Contemporaneously, it would be fun to sit down with him, learning the short-cuts as I share my shots.

Too bad there's these persnickety obstacles to très agréable camaraderie. We might also discuss the Lincoln Brigade I heard about from guys on benches, et cetera.

For now, there's the usual care to mind his space and respect his flanks - he's pretty touchy. I understand; ten-foot pole and all. People have no right to incur themselves upon others without informed consent. It is, you see, an attempt to take possession of an object of desire. Elementary, I should think, and much taken for granted.

Going for Coffee

When not dealing with traffic during the morning rush, although I've not had my coffee yet, going to get it does present a nice, if groggied, drive into town of a study in landmarks.

Careful out there - driving while looking problematic.

Boots and socks are dress up these days.

See the sign and wonder.

Fondly remember a Jewish girlfriend . . .




. . . looking up and ahead.

I feel blessed to have survived as long as I have.


Formerly First Baptist, now Living Waters . . .

. . . a woman tending the roses there said OK to shoot . . .

. . . sun rising yonder.

Here a turn is made into the arbor along Central.



Self-realizing doorway. Open and shut case. Jesus is Lord.


So say the saints . . .


. . . so say us method actors . . .


. . . as we procede into urbanity. . .

. . . much midtown kid stuff . . .


. . . and cosmopolitans.


Until you get there and howdy the chaplain.

Was Motown, no?

When a narcissist becomes a sympathetic character I should think it indicative of a poor excuse for a decadent culture. This is, clearly, as I've previously developed, a result of the cesaro-papist-Barbiarian-celebrity society. What can one do but commune with the saints.

God rest ye, Michael.

See What I Mean

Watchful Waiting

The paper didn't mention rain.
Quite overcast, the skies laden.
We need to have the ground charged before dog days.

The smoking loge an opportunity to make commentary.
General agreement has concurred.
Meanwhile, one feels like a shower afterward.


Only thing on the agenda is attending Eula's salon.

Limits

Notice of cooling prospect near official Phoenix, replete of view.

Just one and what're they about? Cider sharp to tang not bad.
After a glance, had Snow Job fobbed, but they done at there be see.

On the card some Hooves and bring it cause I had another.

From what I gathered, lead filled in. Dexterous if discount minie enclosure whereby friendly suggestion proclaimed though not my place so let's raise the roof effect we need locale.

Keyboard not much heard in din. Go along, get along being there OK.

Crowd appreciative.

Clownyphobia was news to me. Once supported Bozo.



Something else entangled. Leave it be. She's fine. Tell her later.

Hurry Up and Wait

Can't put one over here. A control issue for another time.
"Brave or foolish?" as intimated by a nursing director.
Promises to keep.

A splendifferous study, the resident scholar's sage understanding...
the scene, that is. Don't move, don't disturb and commit oneself.

Old Pals

Nothing we can do about bleats to the left but bear claws to the right sure take the edge off. The question this morning is, due to not having eaten anything except a pitcher of Dos Equis last night, whether or not to gather up un brioche aux amandes grillées.

Not long after arising I went here; perhaps should do it sooner than later after being rubbed the wrong way or another. Settled me right down before, during and after a fracas.

Then again, Bianco is back from Philly. Was just watching the "open, open, open" crowd waiting on the turn of the latch. Naturally, that got me shunted to pane. Soppresatta! Chris is the compleat pizza maestro whom I've known almost twenty-five years. (Salute, Guy. "I've got to meet your tailor!") Many friends thereby.

Don't think so... still need to diet yet I'll bet he'd love this too.

Peace and Quiet

Glad to be finally home.

Expected to be so earlier but one thing led to another.

Some time to edit the ditzed text; way glad.

Utterly liberated. Tomorrow (Later today!) find an old photo. A salvage job, truly.

Heavenly Father: thanks for sustaining me; be with me always and help me to sort the adversity out; grant your people's heart-felt prayers and please do soften mine heart while You know my needs. Fix my mind on Your will of me and help me trust in You through all . In Jesus' holy name I pray.

Really... I love the Lord with all my - hold on; all is the Lord's hence, well, go figure.

How Awful Does It Get?

Not wishing to bleed a theme, had further conversation about noise with another woman, less mature and blithe. She was kind enough to let me critique the oppression.

Another everyone's probably been there!

Working for a retail Phoenix furniture operation in customer service - I was it - had an aggravating situation, you might say. The office was an enclosed cubicle within a city block-wide warehouse. As the summer heat increased after being there some six months and getting the job down, the environmental circumstance became dire. The warehouse was not cooled, but vented, and the office had a couple of wall units going all the time. One was loudly and monotonously doing so right behind me as I dealt with service and office issues. Not so much stress as unnecessary distractions and I can only do so much. It got to be too that; too pathetically who needs that sort of an abusive circumstance where an employer is oblivious to pleasant staff amenities.

Went out for lunch and didn't come back after I knew they didn't give a fig and no way I plead with knuckleheads. Oh yeah, I walked. Went to Durant's (one of the survivors of the Phoenix light rail debacle) to celebrate. Made that very declaration to the waitress - medium well. Got another job in a week. They directly dealt with heat exchange; compressors in soda vending machines. The desert heat was the same old story. Keep on moving and it's irrelevant compared to the assignments. Soon after was fortunate to take a job in Camp Verde.

Patient Relations

Given the opportunity to relate a parking story after discussing aspects of "handicapped" space events, I passed along a legendary one that (I'm almost certain) Seinfeld lifted from whomever thought it through or wrote down the actual occurrence.

My interlocutor was representative of all the patients I've interacted with toward lifting spirits and making progress... the wonderful thing was... well, you'll see...

Fellow in sedan hunting for parking spot in the Village, driving hither and yon. Finally sees someone pulling out up ahead of him. He assumes the parallel park position forward of the space. After a glance back, as he begins to turn the wheel before backing, in an instant a red sports car revs into the spot. Sedan miffed. He leaps out of his vehicle and confronts the sport.

"Stole my spot."
"No comment."

Words superimposed, an altercation was constituted. A patrolman on beat happens upon and is expected to settle. Stories are evoked. He gives Sport a ticket for disturbing the peace. Sedan is elated. The officer turns to him and writes him up for blocking traffic.

OK. Old joke. Funnier still was that the lady I was briefing anticipated the punchline! That made the transaction superb. We was blissed. She had to drive; I proceeded to resocialize in a more blithe manner consequently.

We Knew You Were Coming . . .

. . . so we fixed a poem!

Reviewing a pastry showcase before ordering . . .

PHILOLOGY
ETYMOLOGY
BUNOLOGY
PASSONITIGHTUS
GRADITUDUS MOVONOMENTUM

The pastry chef is delightful. A good worker.

Told her I'll soon be brunching.
Need to drop fifty pounds.
Tomorrow . . .

Swapping Decibels

There should be a tutorial on how to handle a combination of head-banger tunes and intrusive conversants in ye olde bean machine shop. Different venues have various approaches to ambiance and customer satisfaction depending on the clientele and, often enough, what the barrista's gin up - this I can understand as they keep on booking and make the routine exhilarating, as far as that goes.

These boys were remembered after I had to endure a blowhard for a piece, then a set of girls following Boyle's Law, vibrating the local molecules to distraction. I leaned over to one of them and showed her the picture I pulled up to put a theme to another busy scenario. From an article recalled from a couple of years ago, I intimated that they're going to get tickets. Sound ordinance or disturbing the peace, whatever. (Here do we chose to be overstimulated?) Also related that the source has to be cited when republished.

No go into protocols attending pursuant nor lecture vis wavelengths.

Another woman was told I wasn't an I-pod type and don't withdraw but immerse. Yet you're also reminded that a man can only take so much.

"Break out the mellows."