Its hard to come up with something interesting to say every nite esp. when it feels like I’m talking to myself. But whatever. This commitment is for myself. ME ME ME GODDAMMIT. Actually the best part of today besides finally getting a chance to clean this dump up, was my weekly turn feeding the cat colony. “My stray babies” as I call them. They’re fucking adorable, needles to say. Each and every one of them. Priscilla is insanely shy and at first she was my favorite as she was the most vulnerable and alone. I wanted her to feel safe and loved. Eventually I saw her behavior was not going to change, and I’ll admit I’ve fussed less over her (and yes, I feel guilty). After Moo’s sister Jocelyn died (btw, I did not come up w/these names) who was crazy aggressive about food, often eating everyone’s serving, Moo in tow, pushing and rubbing – he was so devoted to her – he became a lamb, and the only one to let me pet him. He’s just so nice to all the other cats too. Jimmy adores him (Jimmy is the cutest skinny boy ever, so friendly but skiddish). The woman who runs the whole thing says Moo lets her pick him up, probably because she takes them all to the vet, and she feeds most of the time, amazing lady! We are all lucky to have people like that in our midst. Sad she gets shamed sometimes by workmen there because of her “cat lady” persona).
ANYWAY (speaking of cat ladies), I was told there would be a new one in the midst today, a gray and white cat, and there s/he was, a nervous nelly if ever I saw one. Darting under the construction fence every second s/he heard a noise (Greenpoint, as I’ve mentioned, is in one gentrifying k-hole of hell). Poor thing:(( Trying desperately to stay alive and get a bit to eat. I think someone booted it. DON’T GET ME STARTED…its so sad. But if you wanna donate, your time or money would do:)) There’s a pic too of Moo and this other newcomer, “orange baby” I call him, duh!:), who the colony lady doesn’t like so far because he’s aggressive (he’s nothing like Jocelyn was who she liked so kind of interesting). I don’t think he’s so bad but she’s definitely been yelling at him as she said because he seemed very hissy defensive when I know he’s just trying to live too, and hasn’t settled down enough to trust the food will keep coming. I guess I can relate, haha!
The other pic is of a house that decks itself out (well, the ground floor) every year for all the holidays, which I love (anyone who knows me personally knows I’m big on glittery holiday cheer whether in goblin form or bunny rabbits)! Its interesting to note that its a Dominican extended family that lives in there and its sweet because they all eat together, at least on wknds when I pass by at dinner time, and play outside on the street. And they’ve probably been there longer than I have, at least 20 years. A nice counterpart to the yippies. Not that they all suck because a lot of them are nice enough. Oh and the last pic is of some dude in a white sequined jacket playing some kind of electronic music on his bike who happened to stop right where I was feeding and I took this on the sly (hence its a bit blurry).
Ok, I need to empty my mind in a movie. I gotta tell you not having TV is like kicking crack for me. I don’t know what to do to calm myself even though I’m simultaneously opening up into the space/silence. Its been a long long time since I gave it up. I don’t think I could’ve if I’d not known I could watch online (which I have already, but not nearly as much). Something I observed summer before last while on a residency.
