What is Popeye’s?

popeye.jpg My friends pointed out that there’s a Popeye’s next to my gym and how messed up is that?

First, what is a Popeye’s, and second, I never actually noticed what’s next to my gym. So, this morning I looked. Yup, there’s a thing called Popeye’s, and they sell fried chicken.

Not a temptation for me. (I’m vegetarian.)

My gym is on 14th Street, and 14th Street as you can see is not pretty.

So yeah, I went to the gym this morning.

It was all I could do to work up the energy so I’m not doing another thing today.

Before going to the gym I went to the Greenmarket with Howard, and we ran into our friend

(We haven’t seen much of Anne lately.)
(Hi Anne!!)

Haunt me, Beamers!

Ghostcat.jpg Procedure done! Thank God I no longer have that hanging over me, or any other medical procedure. I’m drinking coffee with half and half, the way it should be drunk, (is the grammar correct there, because that doesn’t seem quite right) and I am done done done. My hand is bruised from the needle that fed me the drugs to make the procedure bearable, but again, I am done. I am begging the medical establishment to come up with a better way, however. I don’t have to do this again for five years, you can do it in five years, I just know you can.

Meanwhile, I can get back to ghosts and more particularly ghost cats. Don’t you think life after death would be better with cats? The man to the left is expelling ectoplasm which looks like a sheet, but what’s more interesting is the ghost cat at his feet. I would be terrified to see the ghost of a person, but not the ghost of a cat.

I’m intimidated by the chapter I will be beginning soon. A lot of key things happen, but the thing that is scaring me the most is, I have to learn statistics enough to make a decision about what went on in the lab, and I have to make it exciting. I have an idea how to do that, which I think I can pull off, so the scarier thing is getting a handle on the math, which I’ve never been good at.

The Day I Can’t Eat

tinier cover.jpg The paperback for my last book came out yesterday! I should have done something, had a little party or something. I haven’t been doing much of anything to promote the paperback, I have to admit, which is so unlike me. As distasteful as I find the whole promotion process, I recognize it must be done and usually dig in. Alright, next week I put together a plan.

Last night my choir had a party on a boat at pier 63. I took pictures, but they were not flattering to anyone so I’m not putting them up. I never put up unflattering pictures so all my friends are okay with me putting pictures of them up on my blog. They know I’ll look out for them.

Of course I’m already thinking about food even though on a normal day I wouldn’t be thinking about food for hours.

Hide Me

Buddyhides.jpg “Cuppa tea, cuppa tea, put a picture of a cat up on my blog, cuppa tea.” Buddy is not so fond of the camera, shots of him sleeping is the best I can do. But what a cute sleeper!

Let’s see, Iraq is falling apart, Israel is going to keep bombing, but nice to see you Condi, North Korea and nukes, Iran’s working on it, what else? Oh! Thursday I’m having a “procedure,” won’t mention what, it’s too gross, but it’s the one they insist you have at this age, where you can’t eat the day before (hint, hint). God help me. Personally I think this is proof God hates us, if there is a God. He’s just up there laughing and laughing.

So today’s Hide Me post is for Buddy and me. Please hide us.

My Sunday

Pipe.jpg My Sunday didn’t begin well.

It took me TWO days to figure out the reason why my cats were suddenly so interested in a pipe in the bathroom was because there was a mouse in it.

I was going to shake the mouse into the toilet and flush it, but thank God I realized the poor thing might still be alive.

So I put the pipe in the hall with a note to my neighbors, hoping the mouse would be gone when I came back and HE WAS. So today, I saved a mouse, which felt really good.

Yay me!

Gary.jpg Then I met my friends Gary and Diana and their son Justin for brunch.

(Chris, I had eggs benedict, which came with the best french fries, orange juice and a fruit salad.)

That’s Justin with Elmo. Justin knows that Mercury is the closest planet to the sun and can count to ten in Japanese.

Meat.jpgThen we walked around my bizarro neighborhood, which used to be all this.

But now right next door to this …

DJ.jpg … is an outdoor cafe and a DJ. Weirdly, this is not as bizarre as to me as the transformation of Bleeker Street, which is now all designer shops I think I mentioned. I live a half a block from two Ralph Lauren boutiques and three Marc Jacobs, just to give you an idea.

Although I guess the meat market which used to be, well, meat and transvestite and transsexual prostitutes, turning into one of the most expensive places to live in town is kinda strange, too.

It’s been true for years and it still gets me every time I walk through. (I don’t live in the meat market area, but next to it. My exact neighborhood is SO pretty.)

After that I met Howard in Union Square and I helped him with his book stuff for two seconds and then we spent ten minutes at least on mine.