I’m almost on the last episode of the new season of Better Call Saul. My favourite bad guys of all time run throughout this tv show. What next for Lalo Salamanca. And interestingly the last episode was directed by Giancarlo Esposito, the villain with the greatest death ever. But I also can’t stop seeing him always as the guy from Do The Right Thing asking Sal why there were no brothers on the wall. I worry about the plain tree and diligently use the soaker hose every dry day hoping that is the reason it only looks half alive. I added compost all around too. There is a leak on the patio, the shingles are worn. I must get up high on the ladder and place a tarp over it with bricks to secure it until I find someone to replace those shingles. I had one quote of two thousand dollars. I find it hard to believe because sections of the actual roof have been six thousand to replace in the past. This job looks much smaller and simpler but I can’t keep waiting to score someone cheaper and risk this vulnerability to a rain storm. oy. If only Lalo or Gus Fring were doing the negotiations.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I recognize the woman playing the flute on Roncesvalles. Have listened to her sometimes in other years at subway stations like Dundas West. Later, when I returned. I asked if next she would play Fly Me To The Moon. She has backing tracks. She put them on and played very nicely. We talked a long while. She used to be a background singer in rock bands but when she shared stories about being exploited by famous people she worked for, she refused to name names. Usually a little prodding makes everyone gossip but the flutist was not about to flout. I mentioned Tabby Johnson working with Rick James betting she would then spill the beans, but no more details. Got to admire a seasoned tough survivor that can’t be bought. I looked for an obituary after hearing somewhere last week that John T. died but didn’t find anything with details about his life. I didn’t know much about him just that he was a fixture at the Rex. It turns out for her, he was like a big brother. She had lots of warm things to say. She thinks I look younger than her which pissed her off because I’m older. I liked all the angles when she resumed playing. People walking around a busker, admiring, listening, avoiding, indifferent, contributing money, sticking their noses up, investigating how much is in her basket, kids smiling, ambulances interrupting, motorcycles ruining, birds improvising back.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"