had planned for a backyard barbecue with friends and coworkers. This afternoon, I was running around Astoria, picking-up supplies and food for an onslaught of guests; however “mother earth” had her own plans. The dark and heavy storm clouds already started gathering in the early afternoon. By the time I had all the limes, tequila, and ice, ominous lightening and thunder had already started rolling in.
The rain would come and go all afternoon; ultimately, the barbecue and party would need to be postponed, which seemed to work out for the best since everyone preferred to party on Saturday. Admittedly, I had been on a two week “stay-cation” so the thought of having everyone make the train ride over to Astoria, didn’t seem like such a trek to me; after all, I had been sitting around the house for two weeks - completely disconnected from the proverbial rat race. Sure, I had been teaching and answering e-mails, but not having to report to the office, grumble through meetings, or click away at my keyboard, was a long-overdue relief.
Perhaps a party rain-delay was welcome? Of course, the rain would also mean that the Yankees would not be playing the Mets on schedule. Fortunately, I had a fridge stocked with booze and the time to revise my barbecue music setlist and, yes, more importantly, I'd have time to write. Ena and Yoshiko were making some sushi and speaking Japanese. I sipped down some Flying Dog Ale and wrote...
