Well, my gout is better today. I went out and did some shopping: laundry liquid, newspaper, toilet paper, a Milky Way candy bar, a can of pork n’ beans and a six pack of A & W root beer. The 54C bus inched through “Little Italy” in Bloomfield. This weekend is the “Little Italy Festival” days. There were vendors under colorful tents in the drizzle selling food and their wares up and down Liberty Avenue.
I stopped at Nico’s at Pearl and Friendship and had a couple of big glasses of Pepsi and ice. No beer until the gout is totally gone. No more salt or tomato sauce in my diet, either. Not being able to walk is the pits. Especially if you live alone.
V, my favorite bartender, was behind the bar. She’ll only be bartending now every other Saturday since she got a better job. She’s the one who several years ago talked me into going back to school to get my BA. I went on to get my MFA, too. Now I’m an educated bum.
Well, I should be able to go back to Computer School on Monday. I wonder what they’re going to do with me, now. They gave me an extension thinking that I’d have a civil service job by now; but since the hiring freeze all bets are off. The school is my only source of income. I’m working with a job developing at the school on two other job leads. I needed to find something with promise like yesterday.
Pitt beat the Orangemen. Penn State is on the TV now and I’m blogging and drinking root beer.