Something about this work year made things get tougher. The office goes on a bit of death march beginning in June and it finally ends Wednesday with Wines in the Wild. It's a nice gathering for attendees, but flipping exhausting to pull off, but it's all worth it in the end I suppose.

But in the words of Lily Von Stupe, I'm tired. Missed Ladycroft's visit even though you were literally in my work place which sucks more for me. The Estrip wedding fell on an event day here, so you wonder if Karma is messing with you a little.

But slowly fun is starting to make a reappearance. I reconnected with a friend who I thought I lost and together we got adopted by the staff over at Boomerangs, maybe it might have something to so with sitting on the patio from 5 until 11 on Saturday. We're part of a merry band that is putting together the first Buffalo Dead Fest in Alden in August, which should be a hoot.

Came across this during the morning:

A glass of wine

To my friends who enjoy a glass of wine and those who don't and are always seen with a bottle of water in their hand:

As Ben Franklin said:

In wine there is wisdom,
In beer there is freedom,
In water there is bacteria.

In a number of carefully controlled trials, scientists have demonstrated that if we drink 1 liter of water each day,
at the end of the year we would have absorbed more than 1 kilo of Escherichia coli , (E. Coli) - bacteria found in feces. In other words , we are consuming 1 kilo of poop annually.

However, we do NOT run that risk when drinking wine & beer
(or rum , whiskey or other liquor) because alcohol has to go through a purification process of boiling , filtering and fermenting.

Remember:
Water = Poop
Wine = Health
Therefore, it's better to drink wine and talk stupid, than to drink water and be full of Shit.

Happy Monday, ya'all

This was pretty cool. She came over to watch preparations for an evening event and hung for a bit.

One of my colleagues in repose on Monday evening prior to an nighttime event at the office.

Ever get the feeling you were being watched.

look carefully

So I wound working on the holiday. My animal colleagues cooperated

Long day's journey into night on Friday with the Zoo's annual gala. This is where company movers and shakers come together to help the place out. I was on meet and greet duty at the about to be opened new front door.

A dabba do time was had by all, all except those of us who had to work the darn thing.

It was a little odd to wake up, stagger into the living room, turn on the tv and hear my own voice. It was in a good cause as the kids are playing...and playing nice

I apologize if this is at all tiresome, but you don't get this kind of proximity to a polar bear typically. I snapped Thursday afternoon. This is where you go "awwwww" if you haven't already done so.

I've done it before, shouldn't be a big deal. It's just been awhile. That's all. But the layoff can do things to your mind. I know people who for insane distances, who sport the body hugging ensembles for their 60 mile jaunts. I respect those people. They battle terrific elements in conquering sometimes unforgiving surroundings. I am not one of those people. I've been riding a bike casually since I moved into the city, but a combination of age, stupidty and other factors had me off last summer. I don't go for distance or speed past anybody. I like it for the sake of the fresh air and what not.

But a cool windy day seemed as good as any for the Irish Great Gazoo (check out the helmet) to turn a simple run to the bank into a primer of getting reoriented again to riding into the city, where more car, bus, motorcycle, scooter and pedestrian traffic spends more time staring at their phones then watching out for one another.



Toughest task for an apartment dweller is getting the bike out of the basement. That being done, a little stretch for this short cruise and away we went. Elmwood Ave on a Saturday isn't jammed with traffic as you get closer to Allentown, but traveling down the incline on Utica into the lake breeze makes you think this will be no problem coming back as you keep an eye for any bumps in the road that could turn the bike seat into a surgical instrument. A turn onto Elmwood heading downtown and I hear Sean Connery's voice from the Untouchables in my head: "Everybody's gotta die of something," and I hit the actual bike lane. You get reacclimated and it starts to feel good. It's like the old pool warning "C'mon in, once you get used to it, the traffic's fine."

And you remember to keep your wits about you and all's good. How those folks travel with the ear buds in, I'll never know. I get down to City Hall for my errand in decent time, take care of business, and because there is part of me who apparently has a little self loathing going on, the new paving job of Niagara Square proves tempting. So, I and a large assortment of cars hit it. A brief moment of "what the hell was I thinking" and I'm 3/4 of the way around the traffic circle of the damned and on Delware headed back to my place. Remember in the last paragraph where I said the wind would be no big deal on the way back, well, dear reader, in the short time frame that transpired, our lovely Western New York winds shifted a bit. Great! Terrific! Fantabulous!

I take the hill that is Delaware and make it back still able to speak English like it is my mother tongue. So, that will have to settle for today's big accomplishment.

I have to go back to the site of my errand, by I think I'll take the car.

My rock star coworker greets Monday