retrospect and nostalgia, for now...

I have to think retrospectively now. I'm on the B46 heading home, listening to Al Jarreau. And in the midst of my journey, I whipped out my laptop, and finally typed out what I want to say before the month's end. I had to think of the Smooth Jazz concert in Central Park, as I sang the words out to After All with a bunch of much-older-looking people. You'd think I'd feel out of place; I felt more at home there than most of the other events I went to. I think of Crate and Barrel, and Shakeya most of all. I wonder what she's been up to. I wonder if she ever graduated...
I think of Jonathan. And his friend, Renny. And their "rising" careers as musicians. It seems to consume them, give them motivation, and if they're not careful, could separate the two individuals. I think now about my current job. It'll be two years soon, and I don't share the same sentiment of leaving as everyone else does. Maybe if I transferred out of that location, it might help me out a whole lot. I lie; I need out of North Fork in general. Unless they were giving me an auditing job or something, which is highly unlikely, I need to get out. And finally get to the next step:
The C.P.A. license. Or a really good-paying auditing job. Whichever comes first.
I think of my brother, who right now, wants to sign us up for his college pool for the summer. Not that his weight-issues are better or worse than mine, but he wants to shed some pounds more than me; and that I guess is more motivation for me than necessary to get back on that track. Damn, I miss those home delivery days, where I spent hours lifting groceries around, trekking across Brooklyn, losing whatever weight I gained in the process. I should call my old boss, and the rest of the crew, and find out what they all have been up to.
The ride is almost over. I should have gotten a freelance out of this, but the inspiration isn't there. Dunno why.

Little Black Samba
Grover Washington, Jr.
Come Morning

There really isn't much happening over on this end, I guess; unlike Steve, who finally has his job at an airline whose name escapes me, and has no time to post anymore of his work. Hey, at least I'm honest, I have nothing new to say. Gotta go.