A blog about New York City, my books, and my cats. Mostly.
I’m re-visiting my favorite photograph of Finney. He’d recently had an operation for a urinary tract issue (that’s why his stomach is shaved), but I was also under instructions to get his weight down. This was the aftermath of trying to get him to play.
An Uncle died (not one I was very close to) and I’m on a bus on my way to his wake. I’m sad that he died of course, but I am going for my cousin’s sake. It’s hard to lose a parent. Still can’t get over that I can be online from a bus. Life is amazing.
And yet another view of One World Trade Center. (I told you I had a major crush on it.)
Last week I posted a picture of this beautiful white pigeon I started seeing and this morning there was a flattened dead white pigeon in the street. Yeah, I know, there are millions of pigeons, but I never see white ones and well, I loved seeing it across the street and now it’s dead. Sad.
And I must lift my hands to type this post! Oh world, you ask too much of me. Hurry up inventors so I only need to think this post. Actually, I just looked at the clock and realized I have to get ready to go swimming.
Three hours later: So I swam. A kabillion laps, and guess what? Now I am REALLY tired. I see that the inventors have still not come up with a way for me to think my posts and have them appear. And you had all morning.
I love this painted furniture. That reminds me, my apartment desperately needs painting. Ugh. I’m going to go nap. FOR TEN YEARS.
This article is not for the faint of heart. It’s the former kindergarteners of P.S. 150 talking about what they remember from 9/11.
It was interesting reading about the one continually drawing the towers. When I was volunteering at St. Paul’s Chapel we’d get drawing of the towers by the thousand, many pretty gruesome. I wanted to keep them all but I felt it would be wrong to take them, that they belonged to everyone, although I did keep a few.
I took this last week. This man was blowing bubbles and this little girl stopped for a closer look. I like the guy in the blue tshirt reaching out to catch one.
