Hi people. Puh-leeze mark your calendars for a very funny show on September 12th at 8pm on City Island – a lovely place to spend the day and then come to THE ARTIST for comedy and dessert! The show features Mike Hernandez Vacas, TJ Meyers, Linda San Lucas, and me of course. Tickets may be bought in advance or at the venue. (Link to come in the near future.)
I was supposed to be a reader at the Poetry Festival on Governor’s Island on July 13th. I felt honored that Diana Gitesha Hernandez asked me to read at her portion of the festival to represent her reading series, Artemis. Unfortunately, I was not feeling well from the night before, and though I remained hopeful, I was not feeling better by the next day. Diana was very understanding. I was grateful for that. It was my loss.
I continue to sell items from my buddy’s mother. One day, my best buddy hung out with me during that time. He helped me so much to get things downstairs and back upstairs. Four tops and a necklace sold in a half hour. That allowed me to get a slice of pizza and a bottle of Cabernet. Even when I only make a little bit of cash, it helps me get through the day.
Now for the disgusting events. While the pizza shop boss was bringing my slice out of the oven, he kept looking at something on the other side of the store. Then he left my slice, grabbed a broom, went out from behind the counter, and was banging something that was under a table. I couldn’t bear it and closed my eyes. He returned and bagged my slice. I wish I wasn’t there for that moment.
When I got home, I went to the bathroom, and there was a water bug in there. DAMN! Though I managed to wash my hands and leave the bathroom, the thing is still alive somewhere. I’m not okay.
Tuesday I went with my buddy to his mom’s apartment again to get through more stuff. My apartment looks like a hoarder’s place since I’ve been bringing stuff from her house. It already had too much stuff, and now it is beyond that. I hope I make more money from all that inventory because I sure need every dollar.
I was hired to teach a creative writing class for retirees of a labor union. It will begin in September. I haven’t been in a teaching position in a few years, and I’m excited about it. I expect it to be an enjoyable experience, and the money will definitely help my situation. My best bud told me he'd love to have me as a creative writing teacher. That melted me.
Did you mark your calendars for lots of laughter on September
12th?