Stand By

What a fantastic shot. Apache on alert. Pink accommodations.
I'd sent it to an old friend; I think she liked it, but not friendly.

Presently up the road a piece and over on 7th Street. Panache?
Not really. How declassè would it be to say I ate well last night.

Upon a deep and refreshing sleep until after noon, headed over.
To the East side and coffee and a splendid bowel movement. OK?

As if anyone gave a shit? But these things are important, ususally.
Funny to recall, visiting patients... "Did you have a good BM today?"

Addicted?

Looking forward to checking out new coffee place.
Looks quiet. Have never been to organic one on Bethany.
Take a little ride, some shots, and sit down to do the tasks.
Baseball later, I'm sure. The NBA is going into finals too.

Too Much to Do

Have been going through old images. Quite a few.
Got three hard drives with photos to be extracted too.
Not to mention the many I'd like to scan from siblings.
My mother saved me a few that were left behind in Oregon.

Not that the ones at hand presently have any significance.
Most posted on high school message board, figuring out formats.
Funny shots with mini-pixel then finnagled with. Dreamy stuff.
Have a lot of computing housekeeping to do alongside quagmire.

Watch Over Me

Nice picture. Thought of someone in a pique damaging it.
At a restaurant entrance. Thought of David at the George.
He got his car keyed by a customer. A transaction gone bad.
Have to think a while about going back there. It went real bad.

My original shoulder injury! Rolling a 400# patient. In bed.
Linen change. Popski. Maneuvered it back into place myself.
At Concentra, a piss mill, not much treatment. No pictures.
Soft tissue ouchamente. MD says, "Might have arthritus in future."

Thanks a bunch and it was quite sore. Thanks to nowhere, SHE.
Snuck up behind me while I was munching and goosed me there.
Passing by, I hollered: "Don't touch me." Another roll is born.
I was the bad guy. Terrible temper and all. "What's she up to?"

Quite a while ago. Talk about fleeting moments. I advised;
"Never touch the customers." A hoot considering mark-ups!
Then I find out she's in a postition where the proverbial shoe
is on the other bloody foot. Distressing. Do I go back? Do I?

Bide Your Time

"When Adam delved and Eve span, who then was gentleman?"

John Ball. Peasants revolting in the backround. What I saw!

It was just about closing the other night as I drove by and contemplated.

The lights were still on the basketball players... didn't take a shot.

Maybe there was something else, but what I recall is two teen boys.

Holding hands as the park closed, scurrying toward the darkness.

Leaving not much to the imagination, I left toward destination.

I don't recall ever 'making out' in a public park. Assignations?

Seen plenty. First time, however, girl came on was under gazebo.

So where did I go; reviewing shots, seems like off to Padre Murphy's.

Yes, that's it. Went to check out accomodations for NBA finals. Not bad.

Larger place. Pretty penny on the ales. One should do me fine. If ever...

get things done today needing attention maybe go see Game 4 Celtics. 

Oh, yeah... here I sat.
Nice patio. They'd better be so.

Get Thee Hence

It's my anniversary... ours, I should say.
First sexual experience. 1972. In the Bronx.
No tom-foolery. Strictly legitimate. Deeply
in love. Hardy-har-har, JB. And you know it.

Several excursions into gardens. Or...
le jardin botanique de NY as it were, then,
"Marché." I'd say. Certainly not "Mars!"
Thought we'd placid relationship - 'til interlopers.
 
Hardly feel a thing about all this.
Too many grass is greener oportunities.
Always the pick of the litter. Pretty good.
And some came along just for the ride.


Photo courtesy nypass.com

Connection?

Where are we?

Took the shot. She left.

Policeman arrived.

We spoke of Manchester.

He left after mentioning Papa.

Downloading Windows 10 upgrade

presently; taking quite a while.

Where next the question after nap.

Earlier, that is. Waiting patiently.

Upgrade just about done, I wander.

Have a look and listen to Arrianna Grande.

Can you picture FBI CI assessing "Bang Bang"?

What is going on here? Flirtatious looping?
Has it become too much for someone; all the heels?
Muslim guys... what a combination... yes, explosive.
Yet previous to this and that was purdah. Enhanced.

Barrel of Monkeys

Miss her but can certainly live without it.

Never was any fun, always running around.
She'd never stop and talk. Just once. Busy too.
Don't now what to do about it. Will not fight.