So it appears that between Monday and Sunday (April 20-26) I will be working about 39 hours for anch and about 26 for nruns. Ghastly, and I must be parsimonious with my sleep schedule.
Some boo with Grimm & C on Monday, so I had no real sleep that night. Tuesday afternoon and night I got a few hours. In six hours I’ll be on my way home, then 10-2 with Joanne, followed by 3-8 at the Greenpoint Terminal Warehouse. Getting there may be tricky. I’d need to take the E to Queens (where) then take the G to a stop a block or two away. Not much room to reconnoiter or change between 2pm and the subway. Always difficult to get away from Joanne. She wants me to expand our hours to 5 per day, and I did that for a month but didn’t get paid. Something about the “insurance.” Insurance here means Fidelis, a NYS outfit that administers the Medicaid payout. My knowledge of Medicaid is that it pays for Medicare Part B, but in the case of Joanne it is used for the Anchor caregiver(s) and various clinicians.
Today before I arrived Joanne had photo’d both sides of her WF debit card and sent those to ‘Pedro.’ Pedro Pascal or the facsimile. Later on in the day a text message from WF asked if the $2 debit card use on Facebook was hers. Well of course it wasn’t. Joanne gives out her debit card number on Telegram and either the false Pedro hijacks and tests it or someone else does. Someone’s been hacking her accounts all along.
Strange conversation with J on Tuesday, or maybe Wednesday. Me in my Catholic Apologetics guise, telling her that atheism was a pose, a crock of shit, all the Big Brains believed in God, and most were Catholic. I tried to debrief her on the extent of her religious education (claims to have been raised Catholic, with a nonsectarian Jewish father, but I see little evidence of theological knowledge). Quite impressive how people with little or no command of a subject believe that their lack of knowledge confirms their credibility. Is there any other field where this happens?
Showed her my Tarot de Marseilles, from Spain, which Kathy Webster brought me about 45, or maybe 47 years ago. Wanted to show how these seemed identical to the deck Alejandro Jorodowsky produced, passing off as his own design.
She’s 7 or 8 months behind in rent, got a Rent Demand the other day. About $6000. Really not bad. Called one of the building owners, Melanie, who is sort of a friend, and bothered her about what to do with the Rent Demand. I had suggested she pay one month now, and one month at end of next week. But that’s up to Eddie, Eddie Cohan, who works for the building management company, A J Clarke. Eddie’s at jury duty. We texted. We can’t pay online anymore, and we can’t just walk a check over. Have to mail it somewhere. Probably tomorrow. I don’t think Eddie’s happy about this. I see from the Rent Demand that they use the same lawyers as JMI, Belkin Burden Goldman. It all looks much the same as the papers we got in May 2022, and the ones I got in February of last year. Thank Heavens I pulled myself through that.
In the afternoon I was at Morton Williams getting some butter and chocolate because I wanted to make more shortbread cookies. And there was David Achelis, with a three-headed cane. Everybody’s old now. He tells me the block association is going strong, they’ll have another party at MoMA soon. I told him I’d gotten to know Joanne. He was cagey, described her as someone who’d only do something for you if she was getting out of it. A bit far gone, still working on her book after 35 years. I didn’t tell him the nature of my connection.
Over the weekend I managed to get spackle (also bought a new Dustbuster for $70 which I hated spending, at Home Depot), and moved the bookcases to the left, the west. Rubberwood table to the north wall of living room between bookcases and armoire. Only halfway through this project. Haven’t moved the table, and books are all over the place.
I made some cookies with chocolate chunks, and also baked a loaf of bread. Ate some cookies and got a bit of intestinal upset. The butter and sugar and chocolate of course. Packed up a pear and a snack bar and some tea bags in a big baggie…but forgot it somehow. Rather hungry just now. Making do drinking the Smirnoff on the cocktail table. I’ve worked my way halfway through that liter bottle in the past five or six weeks.
