I’ve been noticing a small group of older black men that hang out down at the convenience store late in the evenings after the heat of the day has passed. They sit upon the retaining wall drinking wine and smoking cigarettes ignoring the no loitering sign. I want to befriend them, but I am not quite sure how to go about it. Any ideas? I thought I could drink my two evening beers near them as I sit on the wall smoking every evening. Maybe they will see that I am a fellow partaker of the spirited drinks and will ask me to join them in conversation.
I was sorely dismayed tonight to find the city had removed all the benches from the park. I am hoping they are just replacing them. This didn’t deter me, though. I plopped down on the still warm cement, donning my headphones, and drank my two sunset brews. My brews went to my head tonight as I downed them quickly and I smiled giddily. I smoke like a fiend when I am drinking my brews. It is so, so pleasurable.
Rusty Humphries was spewing bile on the radio tonight of what a nuclear danger Iran was. My thoughts were that an altercation between Pakistan and India nuclear wise was entirely more likely and much more of a threat. Iran couldn’t even win a war against Iraq and these fear mongers want to stir us up into a frenzy over a nonexistent danger. Iran is decades away from being a nuclear power from what I’ve read in various credible sources.
Conversations with Kim…
Kim called me when I arrived home. She said she had been trying to reach me all afternoon.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I just ate some leftover lasagna I cooked the other night,” I replied.
“You are just a man of many talents,” she said of my cooking.
“I will have to cook dinner for you soon,” I told her. “I love to cook. I would cook all the time if I had someone to cook for. It sucks cooking for one sometimes.”
We had a nice 30 minute chat. She was complaining of work, though. It reminded me of my ex-wife who constantly did the same. She was never happy with her jobs as a librarian. I told her I loved my job and my supervisor was so accommodating. I still haven’t asked her out – so nervous to do so. Maybe, I will get up the courage before the weekend and my day off.
Musings on Marriage…
My afternoon job went well. We got my benefactor’s flower beds looking really nice and neat. Now all we need is flowers to add color such as pansies. I told him he needed some hostas and they would be perfect for some edges of his beds. I am to go tomorrow and buy pallets of flowers to plant. This is more of the type of work I enjoy – much less physically taxing and anxiety inducing.
“Have you ever been married?” my benefactor asked me this evening as he stood over me drinking a beer.
“Two years once,” I replied. “It certainly was interesting.”
“I was married for twenty miserable years,” he told me. “Twenty years of hell. My wife nagged me until I was almost crazy. She left me for another man saying I was only interesting in sports, television, and beer.”
I smiled not letting him see it as I continued to spread mulch. “We all lead interesting lives,” I mused as I finished my work for the day.