A blog about New York City, my books, and my cats. Mostly.
I am feeling so supremely tense. These roses are just a few blocks away. Surely I would feel better sitting among these flowers (if I can). There’s also some sort of animal adoption event at Washington Square Park. That might be fun. But curling up and reading sounds nice as well.
Buddy is not doing well. I knew he was on borrowed time. Yesterday, the vet said this may not be it yet, so I am trying to be hopeful but he was worse this morning. I’m going to call the vet again today. I tried to relax last night, watch some tv but all my favorite shows went with horribly upsetting season finales. Grey’s Anatomy?? Good god. I mean, very well done, but I so did not want harrowing and it was harrowing. And Bones, wtf does this mean for next season?
More new and poignant goodbyes on the St. Vincent’s wall. I so don’t want to say goodbye to another cat.
Please, please help Travis O’Neill, one of my new Census friends. He and his friend Jason Berry made a film called Jerry and Damon.
Please go here, watch the film and click “like.” It will help them get their film into a film festival. UPDATE: That link is gone now, but there’s an IMDB entry about the film here.
I also love the sound track. My immediate favorite is a beautiful song called Pass the Time by Ivry, which you can listen to here.
Thank you for helping!
Happy, happy, happy. I’m drinking my coffee, about to write. I’m just luxuriating in the fact that I don’t have to rush off anywhere. It’s such a great feeling that I never truly appreciated. When this Census job is over I will never take my life for granted again. (That’s if I’m lucky enough to go back to it, I should say.)
I took this picture walking home the other day. In NYC people are frequently waiting on lines for something, for parties, free stuff, to audition for a part in a movie or tv show. My curiosity used to be so great I had to ask people what they were waiting in line for. Now I only do it if the line is spectacular, and I’m on the same side of the street.
