The day got off to a bad start. There were no prunes at breakfast. Oh no, I cannot go.
I usually sort of hideout in The Old Bat Cave after breakfast on Sunday. Sunday’s are sort of weird around The Asylum. People have guests they don’t want to have. People want to have guests but don’t. People are coming and going for church. Lunch is a big deal. And, dinner is always a mess because only one dining venue is open after lunch.
So, I stay in the Old Bat Cave and feed myself.
But, today, I had to venture out and take an “environment photograph”.
For a person who doesn’t photograph people, I think I did a good job. Several of my friends want me to take environment photographs of all of the staff over the next 6 months. I don’t think they know that they want “environment photographs” – but they do – otherwise the pictures will look like the Sophomore Class 2015 at Our Lady of Perpetual Boredom.
BTW – we have a huge staff. So, I’ll need to have a plan. And be damn good at execution.
I am contented here. I miss the great location and killer view that I had in the apartment. I have to be happy with a good view here. And, the location… let us just say that the bus service is fine.
I sort of like buses. I am nearly always the only caucasian on board. And, I am nearly always treated with deference. Buses are hardcore, gritty, real… Nothing cutting edge, glittery or soft about them.
Doing lunch tomorrow with Carlton’s old boss. He confronted Mr C about his drinking, got his sorry ass to AA and continued to be his boss and friend until the day he died. The Boss lives at a more upscale Asylum in Maryland. We are lunching at one of his clubs. The one that lets women in. Note to self: Don’t bite the hand that is buying your lunch.
And, one photo fun shot –
