cold weather is upon us, the quilts are piled on my bed....

and the brisk, blue skies and sunny days of an early slanting sun (when we're lucky) fuel my vigor and rejuvinated sense of selfe....

with this phenomenal autumn weather, comes incalculable sales, savings, soirees and sorties for those lucky enough to be in those loops...that used to be me, a life time and a half ago....i was part of the connected and perhaps even the jet set...now i find myself somewhat, and more often than not, disconnected and when lucky enough to travel (*not by bus, and thanks nj transit, mind you), i may be part of the jet blue set now....economics being what they are, that suits me just about fine.

today i found a new favorite store on the upper east side. nestled between ron's old place on east 77th where i started the days wanderings and close to the bombay company store that is on 86th street, just 20+ blocks (all uphill of course) to my place....not so bad 'cept those damned hills...why couldn't they level the entire city before building here? it's as if they figured i'd be at the top of those hills one day and would benefit from the much needed exercise of walking up them....that said, WANKELS is now my favorite place to shop...it's a hardware store....i know, enough with the grief already, we owned that damned store for 35 years and i avoided it like the plague, since we closed down, gave it all away and sold off to the TRACTOR STORE, i've found myself needing, a monkey, wrench, a ratchet set, a hammer, hundreds of nails, screws, picture hangers, etc., and just about anything else you can find at home depot but no longer at my personal home depot....WANKELS RULES!!!! i've been putting off painting the nest, fearing it would make it too much of a home to move from, but i've decided to suck it up and deal with it. i'm here. i'm staying here, and to the chagrin of the management, i think i intend to die here (no worries, not a plannned thing and no time soon, for certain!)

so why WANKELS?

of course you'll ask.

say it it outloud. and again....and again....

i love the way it sounds....

and of course, Dutch Boy, normally $42 a gallon is on sale, custom tinted, for $21 a gallon. now i'll be doing the living room in either bulldog brown with bullfrog blue (i know, two different dutchboy color categories, but they're the colors i'm using...guess it's going to be bull-dog-frog since alphabetically rules my roost.....) there's a few other colors on the palette but i need a discerning eye and some input from elsewhere, so perhaps ken will be kind enough to give me some feedback tonight as he's invited to come over for dinner, and since i'm jonesing for companionship at the moment and nervous as all hell about my gastro interology appointment tomorrow, tonight, i'd much rather be un-alone for a change....especially after the dreary weakend left me weary and feeling whorphaned by every single friend, acquaintance and family member i could reach out to....

speaking of WHORPANs, why is it, friends will make plans, a matter of minutes or perhaps several hours out of the actual intended time and then consequently just disappear from the face of the planet? i don't find it acceptable. i don't excuse it. apologies don't fix it and my fragile self can't stand it since i'm the last to do similarly if at all possible, and atleast i would call....there are 3 friends that have yet to let me know they're still alive from blowing me off this weekend and let's just say, they're slipping with certainty off the totem of friendship....i mean, i let it go overnight and then called to be sure they're alive, but they haven't acknowledged that i'm alive yet alone that i'll be wishing they're dead by the time they get around to clocking in with me again. shit, put yourself there, get showered, get dressed, actually sit and wait like some freakin' prom queen for a date that will never happen, and go to bed sad and alone, later than you wanted and feeling like something bad happened...and i know i didn't do it, but damn, i hope someone's got an excuse or a missing limb or at least a hospital discharge slip....if i find out another of my friends is fucking with drugs and dicking me around again, i'm going to kick some serious ass....i will no longer stand for it.

maybe that's why i feel so rejuvenated today....i opened up a can of ASS-WHOOP and i'm trying to figure out who to serve up first while it's still steaming and i'm still hot under the collar about it.

thank goodness for WANKELS!