I don't have much to report this week. Another week of going back and forth to work and covering BB18 here on the blog. We're in another heat wave here. I made it to the train station and waited for my (delayed) train yesterday when I suddenly got sick -- nauseous, dizzy, etc. I'm thinking it was heat exhaustion. I ended up taking a taxi back home. I slept on and off all day yesterday and feel better today. But I haven't been outside. This whole week sounds like it's going to be heat wave city. I'm not happy.
But I'm happy I'm in here and my air conditioning works just fine!
Onto the photos I took this past week. Clicking on an image will open a larger version.
|I'd like a mimosa, please|
Um. I was talking the drink, not the flower! Berckman Street, Plainfield.
|Monday's full moon|
|Easter Cicada Killer Wasp|
These are so cool! A good part of the coolness is that they have no stinger (male) and pose no threat to me. Bridgewater Train Station.
|Flower of the hour peak time|
These flowers are fascinating me! Have I mentioned how easily I can get fascinated with nature? For most of the day, they look like a patch of weeds and then, for about an hour daily, the blossoms come out. Bridgewater Train Station. I have another series on them after the jump.
Postal label street art on a metal traffic light switch box on Watchung Avenue in Plainfield. Maybe eventually they'll just hand out those sticky labels at the windows instead of leaving them stockpiled at the counters.
|I think he's dead, Jim|
I saw what I'm sure is a dead tribble at the Bridgewater Train Station. (No animals were harmed in this photo. It's a faux-fur something or another. Why is it there? I don't know.)
|These blossoms have passed|
|About to bloom|
I saw this political button pinned on a tree on East Front Street in Plainfield. I had to look him up. Ah, the Libertarian candidate. I don't think the tree can vote. I don't know why it's wearing the button.
They keep sprouting up between mowing sessions at the Plainfield Train Station.
|Latest corridor freebie|
This microwave oven sat in the hallway under the mailboxes at my apartment building for two days before someone snagged it. In addition to kids toys, there have been boxes of books, a tall lamp with shelved areas, a case of vials of gingko biloba leaf extract (huh?), a couple chairs and more. As for the microwave, it's probably better than my own. It's certainly newer. My microwave is vintage! Mine is about the same size as this one. But, since I bought it in the late 80s, it only has high, low, defrost and a timer dial for how long to cook. Yet, it has something this one doesn't -- a turntable for cooking more evenly! This was tempting. But I don't know where it's been. I've been telling myself when mine dies, I'll buy a larger one. With food in mind, I'd rather new than abandoned! They're not that costly these days.
|I see you looking at me.|
|Squirrel time out|
If you don't keep your feet off the seats, we will burn you and throw you in the trash!
|Actually at the Plainfield Train Station|
NJ Transit Police and Plainfield Police have been a bit more actively moving along the street people at the Plainfield Train Station. NJ Transit needs to remove all the baby carriages full of bags stashed throughout the station. If someone ever did want to leave a bomb, they're perfect camouflage. They need to go. Also, if they are removed, perhaps that element won't be hanging around the station panhandling.
|Deserted nighttime North Avenue|
I always feel like I'm risking my life when I get out of work late and arrive to Plainfield. On Monday night, the streets were all but deserted, probably due to the heat. That's scary in itself as it makes me a prime robbery target for anyone who might be out there. When there are people at that hour, it's mostly from the bar or street people. Sigh. It wasn't bad the last month or so because there were late night doings at the Islamic Center on the corner with families going back and forth. I hate coming home this late here. If I go into the city (NYC) and come home late, I take the bus which drops me off across the street from my apartment. Retirement can't come soon enough. My workplace is putting me in danger, a danger I'd never place myself in.
|Vincent in one of his spots|
If he can't sit on my lap or shoulder when I'm at my computer, he goes for this chair with a pillow atop it.