Welcome to yet another Sunday of photos I've taken and reflection on a week gone by. I've had one of those hectic weeks at work -- you know the kind, when you're running around putting out fires rather than just getting stuff done. I'd rather be proactive than reactive, but sometimes things seem to work against me. Oh, well.
Television should be picking up with May Sweeps in effect. That's a good thing. I've only been watching a few selected shows religiously -- Castle, American Idol, The Amazing Race, Survivor, Letterman and the local news. I was in Texas and missed the AI in which smiley boy Tim Urban got the boot, but caught Siobahn's (sp?) swan song. No great loss (for me) on either of them. I also missed the local auditions for the next season of Big Brother while in Texas. Not that I would apply, mind you. People have been asking when BB is coming. It's always in the beginning of July.
On the home front, it finally happened. My landlord went under, at least on my building and the others in this particular LLC he set up. The bank has taken over the building but I see no difference so far -- the elevator is still broken and some fool still vacuums the hallways at odd hours. I usually mail my rent the day before the first of the month so they get it on the first. When Friday morning came, I stalled as the most recent article in the local paper made me think twice before sending payment to the landlord.
When I came home from work on Friday, there was an envelope full o' legal mumbo-jumbo taped to my apartment door. Now, I know what's going on and I know my reading comprehension level is perhaps even a bit above the norm. Yet, reading through the legalese is a bit off-putting for even me. I can just imagine the folks in the buildings who aren't fluent in English or have limited reading skills trying to get through the paper.
I don't pay the rent (now due yesterday) to my landlord, "referred to hereinafter as 'the defendant'." They named a receiver for the rents, yet gave us only a name -- no address or any way to contact him. Um. Okay. I guess I'll send my rent when they tell me where to send it. I don't suppose we get a month off for the trauma, eh?
I had a bad fall at the Baltimore Airport (BWI) on my journey and had written Southwest Airlines about it as it was mostly due to their flight crew blocking a walkway. I received an email back from them with a $100 flight voucher albeit admitting no liability on their part. I guess I'll have to fly somewhere before the voucher expires in a year.
I've put together some slideshows of the zillions of photos I took while in San Antonio. Grab some coffee and settle in ... but, first I'll show this week's shots --- clicking on an image will open it larger in a new window.
Vincent
She left me with strangers while she went gallivanting across the country. Then, yesterday she closed the windows and turned on the air conditioner for a while. How dare she!
Isn't this illegal?
Both Papa John's pizza and In and Out Bail Bonds have tacked up advertisements on power poles and trees throughout the East Front Street area in Plainfield. I don't frequent either establishment. I don't eat pizza (yes, I'm weird) and, unless my lifestyle drastically changes, I doubt I'll ever need a bail bondsman.
I need to celebrate the squirrels of Plainfield, NJ. When I was in San Antonio, I saw absolutely NO squirrels. I know they must have them, but ...!
Near the Plainfield Train Station
East Front Street in Plainfield
If I flatten myself on the tree, no one can see me
Near the Plainfield Train Station
Jus' hangin' in there
Be gone, or I'll drop a house on you, too!
We had wicked winds earlier this week, but nowhere near tornado levels. East Front Street, Plainfield.
Trust me, it IS poison ivy
Look, there are vines. It isn't poison sumac -- that's an entirely different leaf structure. Where I've been taking my poison ivy shots at the Bridgewater Train Station, it's grown crazy. Like many plants, it grows towards the sun. Perhaps it appears in the photos that it's on bushes, etc., but it's on vines.
See? Vines.
Some of the vines are thicker than my arm as they've grown unchecked for so many years. Other new vines are spreading all the time.
Flowery
Azaleas
That's what they are -- I found the little gardening placard.
Gone to seed
In the rain, the day after
Who watches the watchers?
I'm not the only one on NJ Transit camera in hand. He has a lot better equipment than I do. But he's a railfan headed to Bound Brook to film freight trains. I'm just a commuter on my way to work.
One day ...
... the next day, in the rain
How quickly nature moves. The day after, they were just blackened bits in the grass. Bridgewater Train Station.
Here are a few shots I liked (and played with) from my vacation ...
When Pigs Fly
Watchers
The San Antonio police perch above the Fiesta at the Marketplace.
One Way
Riverwalk in San Antonio
Not San Antonio
I was bored waiting for my shuttle bus from Manhattan to LaGuardia, so I shot stuff.
Still not San Antonio
An architectural contrast in Midtown Manhattan
Outside Port Authority in Manhattan
This isn't all that far from the big bomb scare in Times Square last night. Gosh, we live in a world of jerks. Yay for the t-shirt vendor who reported the car!
Thank you for your patience with this entry and here are some Texas Adventure slideshows --
