So while watching CPAC the other day (Wednesday) like a loyal Canadian Wannabe, Catman
lumbered through the door after a two-weeks' absence. He was on a walker and on the arm or a nurse. He'd been to hospital and there was a chance he'd have to go back. Fast-forward to Friday. I had a decent idinner then went to bed fasting until the next medical visit that mourning at the end of both the long, hot Summer and the Mercury Retrograde
. With the Scissor Sisters
' first album on my iPod, I got my blood drawn then I walked the High Line Park from Chelsea to Hudson Yards on a bright, sunny day at about the limit of my tolerance for bright, sunny days.
Back to CPAC. Got home in the afternoon and fell asleep. When I woke up, Catman asked me for my phone number, then left. That was 24 hours ago.
Home on Solitary Mode is clothing-optional in late September. And the bathroom tap's still running I still miss him-- again. No word from him, again. Relapses in our sixties are not good things, so the news to come won't be good. otherdeb
previewed "old people suck" weekend by cancelling our planned Sunday road trip up to a wedding in Mt. Kisco, so no car on Sunday. And no drugs on Satyrday; the house supply was still out..
The Sober Thought of the Day involved how to redecoate the apartment after hearingThe Bad News that he was gone for good. Most likely, this would happen in October, my traditional month for not having enough money, and a month before my 25th Residential Anniversary (my Silver-Plated Jubilee).. First, I'd clean the floors––I never clean the floors. Then I'd have to dump his queen-sized bed. It used to be Galana's
. (Remember Galana?) That bed's carried some bad karma over the years. Then out goes the IKEA desk; same story. Then I'd have Ramon the Super take out the stove, a big old gas range whose oven never took fire properly. Beside, it's the 21st Century, nobody cooks with gas any more. I've got a microwave, a toaster-oven, a hot plate and a rice cooker. How much do I really need? The Old TV cart(s) (2) will hold them up just fine. The Quebec flag stays on the window-gate. And then... Philcon's next month. Time to pay the rent on my own again. I'll miss the marijuana. So will Adrienne,
my invisible girlfriend.
(neep) I'd spent the last week watching TV on-ine, and received a "Plug-in Failure" for Eyewitness News, France24.com and anything past teh first five minutes of CBSN. Only You Tube and CPAC transmited faithfully to me. Upgrading Adobe Flash Player early did me no good.