Was also thinking about the bar itself. It opens at 12 noon, which seems a little early for a neighborhood bar. Irish pubs will open at 8am but this is more of an American joint. I was the first customer at 1:30pm. It was too early for booze so I asked for coffee. All the machinery was there but none of it worked, so no coffee for me. I went with seltzer and lime. Only there was no lime, so I settled for lemon. The guns were not working so the seltzer came from a bottle. The place felt a little green but that’s OK, it’s still new, or newish. 2 or 3 months since opening, I think?
Subways were slightly amess this morning but I saw the photographer/poet woman I sometimes think about. Had not seen her for probably a couple of months. She always looks the same white Adidas tennis shoes, strings lightly tied if not altogether loose. Black coat, black backpack with gold chains, always masked and double-masked. She usually holds metal poles on the trains with a tissue. We interact not at all. She hardly ever updates her website anymore, unless she is active elsewhere and I haven’t found where.
Trains were late and crowded. It is raining, and will rain more. This room is suddenly noisy with chatter. I am due a raise but …. It’s too noisy in here to keep typing.