A blog about New York City, my books, and my cats. Mostly.
We go through a lot of weewee pads at the animal hospital where I work, and we are always being asked to conserve them as much as we can because we spend a lot of them. So when I came across a street strewn with them, and unused as they appeared, I almost gasped. I guess I would have gasped even more had they been used, now that I think of it.
Because I would see things like this. A magical view, no? That building almost doesn’t look real.
But, then I also see things like this. You are the poison! I feel for people who are afraid to get the vaccine. Then stay home, and wear a mask if you must leave your house.
I swore I was not going to watch the fireworks, in solidarity with pets and all living creatures who are not human. But the pull was too great. And now, here I am, posting pictures!
A shot of the orchestra before our performance of Mozart’s Requiem. For a group of singers who never sang together before, and without a rehearsal, we did okay. The conductor took the more challenging bits slowly, and that helped. It certainly helped me. I am hella rusty.
This is on a pole on Perry Street. It’s still there. I kinda want to take it.
Someone has been hanging paintings in empty storefronts. This is one of my favorites.
