A blog about New York City, my books, and my cats. Mostly.
Whenever I vacuum I have to gather up all the toys and pile them on the coffee table. The cats then jump up, all excited. “OHMYGOD!! Where did these come from??” Like they’ve never seen them before. Exaggeration Alert:. In reality it’s more like, “What’s this? Oh. These.” But for a second they’re excited. I bought all those stuffed animals thinking they’d learn to bite them instead of me. Didn’t work. They love the stuffed animals, but they still also love to bite me.
Check it out. This store put a sign in their window saying hello to my cat Bleecker. Okay, it’s a new store in the neighborhood saying hi to Bleecker Street. But don’t tell my cat. He thinks it’s for him.
About once a decade I lop all my hair off. It’s a look that has always worked for me, but now at sixty-three years old I think it might not look good on me anymore. I don’t have a picture, but here’s a screenshot from a video of me the last time I cut it short. It’s been a while come to think of it. Scroll down, please.
Seen on the side of a truck on my way to work yesterday. My new best friend. He has hip issues. BUT DO NOT LOOK AT HIS HIPS. He doesn’t like that.
Just the other day I was posting on Echo about which new instrument I could learn and I came up with the xylophone. And then I come upon this xylophone player. That thing is BIG. Obviously there are smaller instruments, but then you have a limited set of notes. Honestly, I wouldn’t mind having a piano again.
