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,…
I’ve been out of the house twice this week, and yet there’s new photos…
Happy Inauguration Day, Mister President,…
He seems to be here all the time, must be profitable.
It’s not safe for mice in this apartment.
Everyone in the room owns a Macbook except me.