Wednesday January 6th... a gray day... radio on in the kitchen, B at work. Gmail open with nothing special in the mailbox, just stuff in the b#llsh#t column. Dogs walked and they ate -- now they play. Moments ago, a quick text to Beeb. Breakfast a small bowl of cereal with a wee bit of half and half so I didn't have to eat it dry.
I am about to map the day, for the first time, really giving myself a schedule to follow, for these days off are meant to be, should be precious, even though the job I have now as far as daytime monkey business ( stuff away from art or other activities ) has withered to really a part-timey situation -- it fluctuates.
So I am with coffee, smoke and an anemic offering of current emails. One such notice, a familiar one, rests in the inbox. A Twitter follower notification.
Twitter followings:
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Let's click on the link:
Hold up! Sorry, the profile you were trying to view has been suspended due to strange activity. Well -- on to the next discovery. The dogs run around and I am glad that they ate. Some days when Crvsr is off to work, they don't eat. Sometimes they are off put by my energy when I get up. This morning I was even-keeled, placed on their winter clothing ( they get very cold and shiver otherwise ) and walked them, achieving relatively good results, all business taken care off quickly in the frigid air of this mid-January morning. I have a selection of things I can do, but won't list them here in detail: A website, some art of my own, both for myself and a piece for someone, a painted object. Yesterday was B's birthday and it was a muted celebration but overall as fun as it could be. We did our usual, but B expressed to me that the usual was fine, for this year was....
I have not been good on the birthday thing, as much as I like them, for my fiscal situation has always been strangled by bills and debt. I have not been good at, or attentive to, aptly and promptly remembering the days, even when the birthday in question is my own. I have made it my cause to get better at this, write things down etc., but it all doesn't matter if I don't have even the most meager resources of time or money to prepare something super-special. Hi, Armoredbaby. HeidiCabrera (Cabrera_3814) is now following your tweets on Twitter. A little information about HeidiCabrera: ![]() | 0 followers 1 tweet following 295 people |
I thought about making her a dinner, but it came down to our usual, a trip to the Matawan Diner. 
The diner is being renovated, half of it stripped, gone and the patterns of sheet-rock plainly visible for a seperating wall has not been erected. We were seated where everyone is now seated, in the gray boothed area that is married to the counter. Normally we are seated in the dining area. The booths do not have those silly music stations, for the record. Let me get this straight, I told B that in a few weeks, we will have a situation where we invite people over for her birthday, make a kick-ass dinner and the hell with my birthday, really, I don't care too much to celebrate that this year. I am possessed. So we were seated, not far from the cake display. A woman next to us caught our immediate attention. She sat with her husband. 
There are notations: - A - Her Breadsticks
Crvsr got to see most of this because she had a better direct view; the woman was directly across to my right.( I only got to watch the Needy Situation - more on that later )Pillbox husband ate salad bar while all wife had was liver. Yes -- this salad bar has liver, chopped liver like my g-ma would make. This woman -- as B told me, had the liver in a small plastic container and ate it, scooping it out with breadsticks. That was all she had. " How cheap is that?" said B when we left. - B - Her Pillboxy Fur hat.
When I walked in I immediately noticed this. The shade of the fur on her hat, was so very close to her hair color -- I was instantly confused. It looked like she was attacked with a Flobee by a hairstylist known for her radical lesbian cuts. It looked like -- how can the hair be that short and yet so high? What is that? Stop staring! My mind was abuzz with it all -- I immediately addressed B and she, as is her strength, was readily agreeing. - C - Her general attire
It is not so evident in the picture, but this woman, from hat, to hair, to outfit, could be classified in simple Crayola terms, mochaccino. Her gold necklace lay on top of her chocolate mousse sweater-top, the only thing that broke up the scheme -- hell she almost matched the color of what she was eating! Even though we eat there all the time, this was a fun experience.
Also notable was the Needy Situation -- I almost forgot. OK -- Table in front of the Mochaccino Woman. A couple ate dinner. The woman did not sit across from her man, she sat NEXT to him. B was also on this, analyzing. This gal was pretty in a high-maintenance way, professional looking way. Her fella, older sat on the inside. This weirded me out. I asked B -- what the fk is that? Later she would create a scenerio. Essentially that she thought that it was a kind of "Staten/Long Island" scenerio. Older guy, probably owns a small construction business eating out with a gal who is desperate for the ring.
OK -- I really have to end this now. TV Peru I can hear, as well as the rest of the day calling. |