When people start sending messages to see if i’m still alive, I know it’s time to say hello. So… Hello, from icy-cold Long Island!
The weather here for the last few weeks hasn’t been conducive to making my brain want to get out and about. There are some winters in which I’m not daunted by the cold and am gung-ho to do a million things. This hasn’t been one of those.
I haven’t really been doing much of anything at all, really. Mostly lingering around the house. That is fairly uncharacteristic of me in the sense that I’ve volunteered to do it and haven’t lost my mind as a result of it. But the truth is, I’m just so fucking tired at times it’s almost painful. And so, I’ve been loafing.
A couple of weeks ago, I sold my ole Husky TE-310. Happy life, little Husky! We made the exchange in Brooklyn. Since we were in the neighborhood I got to stop by Coney Island. Though it was positively frigid with a cutting wind, Kenny and I grabbed a hot dog at Nathan’s and did a quick walkaround looking at couple of the murals.
Do you know how much a regular hot dog at Nathan’s Coney Island costs? $4.50!
I’m not really what you’d call a cheapskate or anything but something about a $4+ run o’ the mill hot dog struck me as kind of outrageous. Pretty sure you can buy a whole package of the same brand at the supermarket for that much.
Just another indicator that I’m getting old, I guess. A few weeks ago, I had to ask my daughter to help me “make the Netflix” on the TV. ::sigh:: It’s happening.
Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to snap a nice photo of it but I did get to see the Greetings Tour Greetings from Coney Island mural.
I’d seen their mural in Waterbury, Connecticut at the tail end of 2016. As I went looking for the post, I realized I probably never shared it here. That’s an example of my blog getting derailed by Instagram. Instant gratification strikes again.
So that’s what I’ve been up to. I did go out for two rides in the last… two months, maybe? I’ll post some pics from those too, I s’pose. Maybe. I’ve got so many things I want to share that I become paralyzed and end up doing nothing, it seems.
The imagination machine is starting to crank up. I’ve been daydreaming about small town, America. Hopefully I’ll be getting out to see a few of them soon.
How’ve you been?