A blog about New York City, my books, and my cats. Mostly.
Every year on the anniversary of the Triangle Shirtwaist Fire someone lays a rose for every victim in front of the building where the fire occurred. Learning about this fire was what first ignited my passion for research. I didn’t hear about it until I was in high school, but I had to know exactly what happened, and who died. It was a lot harder to track down information in the 1970s, let me tell you, and you really had to want to know.
As I’ve posted before, I watch many of the home renovation shows, I’m addicted to them. So it’s fun getting a peak at renovations in my own city, as I go about my life. I’ve been passing this one by on my way to work in the morning.
I love a curved stair case! I hope they keep it. Oh why oh why didn’t I pursue money with the same vigor I pursued my research/story telling obsessions?? If I could only have one I chose the right path, but maybe I could have had both!
Trinity has an incredible choir, by the way. If you ever have the opportunity to hear them, take it.
The two cats I adopted from the ASPCA Nursery have always had delicate health. Bodhi woke up feeling particularly unwell on Friday so I took him with me to work to get checked out. Poor guy is fighting an infection of some sort.
He kept pawing at the window of his kennel. “Let me out!!” You try to resist that face. He lived his first few weeks in a kennel like this though, before I took him and his brother home, so he was able to sleep and relax eventually. He’d stretch and make biscuits whenever I came to visit.
Mostly. I posted this, retweeted it, and now I’m putting it here. Because the descriptions of kittens in the last line is the best I’ve ever heard. Thank you, Liberty Hardy.
