Tuesday, September 8, 2009

trash, labor, and the trail...

apparently summer is over. That's what they say and we all know, they are the foremost experts on what...

sure, i along with everyone else on the planet knows that summer doesn't officially end until the Autumnal Equinox on September 22nd—get your eggs ready. Today, along with the throngs that are off to work as they are most weekday morning the teachers join them. School has opened across the tri-state area. All of those poor teachers, all complaining about how they have to return to work. It must make the rest of you stand up and release the bird in a chorus of 'Up yours part-timer!!' I remain unemployed...

this will not be a post littered with reference to my need to work or obtain salary. While that might be true, the fact is, i am working. This is work. This, along with any of the other manner of creative writing i'm doing currently is my work from here on in. Paid or not, destitute or not—i mean; i can always take a job as a Mr. Elegant, but it would only be a job. This is a life...

this also won't be a post about the union in which i'm still affiliated with, that treats its ADM division like a red-headed step child. Yesterday, Labor day, being its most high, holy day fights for wage increases for its laborers that force construction firms to squeeze the profit from subcontractors forced to use Union labor, in turn, subcontractors cut their fat when times get lean, hence my unemployment. I believe in the theory of Unions, they are an important part of the checks and balances of the free market, so i'll bite my tongue...

this is simply about the last weekend of Summer...

friday you would have found me at the Trash Bar in Brooklyn checking Spag out doing his thing with Two-Man Advantage and afterwards walking the streets of trendy-burg with resident Hripsack, Sods and Miss Anne—soon to be Mrs. After some moving and shaking on Saturday afternoon in preparation of this Friday's Forever Wild outing in the lower Adirondacks, i took an evening of rest, that is after a short trip to 7-11 where i had a brief run in with the kid down the street, still sulking. i was engaged in conversation with the Cat Mom at the time so besides a point in his direction i just didn't have the energy to pad his ego. He has made his choice, he'll have to live with it—family business can be troublesome, but i learned long ago, if you can't beat them, you might as well love them. You just need to let the rest of it go...

Sunday was highlighted by a visit from an old friend from the mountains so on to Garden City for a BBQ, plenty of food, margaritas and beers and then the subsequent fighting over the greatest American Band, or songwriter or—so it goes with Matt Palumbo. it was good see Bob, next time i catch him will probably be on the trail somewhere out West. I look forward to it. Matt and i will continue the conversation over a 'Sweet Action' at the Croxely's or Miss Anne's wedding...

Monday was spent nursing a nasty hangover and the clanging of my blood pressure pulsing in my skull. We took a trip to the House that George Built, and took what would be my first and final walk past the House that Ruth Built. Shrouded as it is picked apart for auction, i can't wait piss on the ashes of that joint. i couldn't help but be jealous as the new house will be filled well into October while Citi Field will fall quiet when the leaves turn. I can rest in the knowledge that the great curse will find a way to thwart the 'mighty bombers' from a championship...

September is here, the leaves will indeed turn orange and brown as truly the best time to be in New York approaches. i used to the say the same about Florida. The streets will be a little less crowded with kids and their temporary mentors, the weather gets cooler and things get clearer. A respite between the high flying days of Summer, and the dreaded winter and holiday season. Maybe Labor Day is the penultimate change of season, put your white away, break out the sweaters. For me, it will be time to shed the security blanket of the union, collect my chips and move on. Like trees becoming bare of their leaves, morphing themselves to a feigned skeleton only continue the process to an eventual reinvention, i too will reinvent myself...

i will feel the first chill of pre-Autumn this weekend. i look forward the mountains. The boys and i have been remiss in our duty to the outdoors this Spring and Summer and we will have to make it up in one fowl swoop. The bastard has issues with a shelf guy and unfortunately he will have to remain absent from this trip. Although, knowing his luck, we would be on a peak somewhere when his daughter drops, putting himself in the eternal doghouse, so maybe he's better off. The patrol will also be without Jonny Airplanes, who should be renamed Jonny Row-Yer-Boat as he patrols the Caribbean with the Coast Guard, or patrol the locals in Key West where he is stationed. He will also be missed, but his ass-to-mouth line of questioning will not be. So Thrilla, K-Luv and i will hit it early Thursday. One last Summer fling even if Summer is 'over'...

see you on the trail...

1 comment:

bastard central said...

the six points sweet action is a fine ale but i have to give mad props to the bengali tiger. it's a good brew