(Jul 9) To kill some time before dinner with Preed, I finally returned to Roosevelt Island.
Out on Long Island, What is this scary thing?
Over to Roosevelt Island, the shell of Coler-Goldwater Hospital
Typical of work done by large contractors,
It’s the middle of the day, and no work in sight taking place
This is why it’s going to take years,
Everything takes forever when you’re not actually doing anything.
All this blocked off for the convenience of the construction that’s not taking place
The rest of July.
Old skewl truck in Port Jefferson.
He’s usually out there playing when I walk by in the daylight.
These mimosas have yet to fall to the disease wiping them out.
They remind me of my maternal grandparents
Little did they know, they were about to move again.
Monday. Back out to Port Jeff, then Back to Brooklyn, and then…
The last trip of a long day begins.
She’s the queen of the apartment.
No Dorkbot for me this month either. If I don’t make it in May, I’ll have to wait until September.
My bank’s technology choices continue to frighten me, though unsurprising they may be.
Delilah has become the most affectionate cat I’ve ever seen. When she goes back in heat again, it’s going to be crazy.
They’re glad it’s almost over at this point.
Then I ended up out on Long Island, taking the lamentable 6:49PM from Stony Brook. This train takes 30 minutes longer to get to the city than any other since it waits in stations while the rush hour traffic passes it on the single track of the Port Jefferson Branch.
Time passes more quickly than work comes in. I make a lot more banking trips now.
This is the Union St. end of this place
Further down Union St. in Park Slope
The Subway is the original network
I saw Lindsay and Delilah, and Rachel and Greg,…
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