one thing today

Monday the 30th -  Many years ago my friend Leslie gave me a little needle point picture - if friends were flowers, I’d pick you .   She once had a boyfriend who she deemed  In My Country . He was from Moldova or Estonia. We called him that because that’s how he began many  of his sentences. One hot stifling summer night in the East Village shit got real.  A car alarm went on for hours. In My Country finally ran outside with a baseball bat and recycled the car before recycling was a thing.   I think of him and Leslie and others on this bright, quiet morning.   O, I almost forgot. Happy Pride. 

When I began this blog, it’s coming on three years now, round July 4th - I promised my readers I would curtail my dream sharing to once   a year. This one is a doozy.  I have worked and played with my good friend Bob for over   a over half century now. He was the only staff director at 13. We worked on hunddreds of projects together.  Hit the lights.   It’s a parody of West Side Story and - more exactly - The   Dance at the Gym … where Tony and Maria first meet.   Everyone freezes, the room blurs then vanishes.  They spot each other and do their little dance and click   their fingers quietly number   … da da da da da … da da da … da da da … da da da da da. Click click. They turn in circles and know - at the speed of light - that they will be with each other from now - straight on through to the other never stopping side side. There is a girl - my sister Jessie   and I called her  The Ugly Girl in the Gym … who looked lik...

I never notice mens shoes. But I noticed this guys … soft, slim, creamy brown leather. Looked very comfortable. light. As I was waiting for my glazed doughnut … I complimented him on his footware and asked the brand. Gucci . I thanked him and just now looked them up online. 1K. Don’t know if I’d feel right spending that much on shoes. I buy a small red cactus plant from one of the most beautiful young Japanese men I’ve ever seen. I leave the store and think … should I have told him you ought to be a model . As I age, I have to keep in mind … less is more - when telling and asking a complete stranger something.  Which doesn’t stop me from asking Sering - my bank person - if she wants kids. She’s 36 blond, Indian with great teeth and she likes talking to me at great length. She says whenever she sees herself in the future - she’s wearing great clothes and flying first class to some fancy place … but she never sees a man or kids in the picture. We discuss the difference btw lying and ...

  Fri 27th … not even six yet and the tall fisherman dad is returning to the pathway … pretty much just a rod and a speedo  …   my bites itch …  the muffled nature continues, ten thousand a day so they say. a cardinal spotting this morning. I had a good time this year. Art, music, books, neighbors, visitors, a new dream.  I am enchanted by New Yorkers. I am in the subway, lugging my months worth of stuff up and down stairs…   All this stuff here yours?  Yeah.  I’ll get it for you. I got your back. Dang man, you older than me. You shouldn’t be doing like this. Especially in this weather. As Kim says up there ...                        Live Laugh Love

  Turn off the haze around the shore   turn off the crazy way I feel   I'll stay away from you no more   I've come home to stop yearning   JT’s terra nova --------------------------------------------- The Little Sad Man with the Little Dog that Hates the Beach seems less sad this summer. Maybe pooch too.  28 days for the last six years. 168 days.   Life’s work is to wake up, to let the things that enter into your life, wake you up rather than put you to sleep. Open, be curious and develop some sense of sympathy for everything that comes along. Get to know its nature and let it teach you what it will.                                                                                Pema Chodron OMG MORE GOOD NEWS … found a p...

 

  tuesday  6/24 Mom would be 107 today.  Day began very well. Greeted the lovely young lez with the good haircut   and her pooch with the runway saunter.  I say pooch looks happy and her owner says oh, yeah, he’s bustin . I collect shells for my new art attempt … faces … we’ll see.   Big tall taller hubba hubba dad walks naked to the shorline with his fishing pole and walks right back up my walkway as if he forgot bait or had a bad premonition bout one of this 3 shorties.   Last nite I went for a sunset beer at Cherrys and felt the sun inside my face. As I snapped the gate latch I ran into lower to the ground younger dad in his speedo and his big silly chest tattoo … Hughie. wow  is all I say. still. He’s very dreamy in a bursting with youth kind of way. he’s maybe 27,28. I am careful to calibrate my scans of his body with when he turns his face to one side and looks off. Thats when I drink in his drench. later, back at the bar, watching the boys ...

8:43 am the 23rd Monday listening to Ockenhem. Never have before.   Sometimes I think the quality of the morning coffee predicts what kind of weather will accompany the day.  I think of my troubled nephew in    the Garden State and wish him only comfort and true peace of mind - which ignites my remembering my sister telling me that Liz - when small -   told her … Aunt Regina, I live in New Jersey. It’s called the Garden State. O if only that were true.   I meet Peggy and her cocker spaniel on the beach. I just came out of the water. Dark seal smooth power waves.   Peggy: I saw your shorts and hat on the sand before I saw you out there and I wondered… Me … You wondered if  someone took  the deep dive and signed off . Peggy : Was it warm?   Me: Yeah. But it's rough. I didn’t go out so far.   P … Thats a good thing.    Me … You live here in the Grove? P … Yes. My husband and I bought a house here sight unseen eight years ago....