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xena went to the vet today. finally. she's had a pustule on her left leg for awhile now, and she has trouble jumping up on things. she no longer goes up in the loft bed or onto the window sill. it was a bit traumatic when they aspirated the pustule and took some cells out for tests. we heard her in the back room yowling. this is c. right afterwards. it's kind of a funny picture. you can see my reflection in the window with the face of the vet's assistant inside, returning xena to us.
this cute little building that doesn't take up much air space will soon be knocked down to make way for a hotel. a hotel on washington street. takes me awhile to wrap my mind around that. but with the beautiful new river walk and renovated piers and the ralph lauren, juicy couture, marc jacobs, coach, stella mccartney and diane von furstenberg stores, i guess it really isn't so farfetched. the old grey west village ain't what she used to be. twenty three years ago i used to work for a small catalog company on west 11th street whose windows looked out over black topped piers on which sat beach chairs whose occupants patiently held up their reflective sun tanners. now there's a tanning salon where the old funky pottery barn used to be, and grass where the black top used to be. no, i'm not complaining. the river walk and bike path are a tonic for west village residents. and the hotel? well, i just hope it isn't too tall. i do like my sky.
the sign says "WARNING SEIZURE New York State Department of Taxation and Finance." so i guess someone didn't pay their taxes. i wonder what else is involved with the story. the signs have been up since march. m. and c. and i were walking by last week and c. opened up the mail slot and stuck her nose in and took a big whiff. she gagged. it really smelled she said. of course m. had to stick her nose in and gag too, but she said she wished she hadn't done it. she couldn't get the smell out of her nostrils. we watched two flies buzzing around inside. they must be breeding in there. it must be horrible. i hate to think about the condition of the kitchen and the refrigerator. i don't think it was cleaned out. the place has been sitting untouched for months with the tables set so carefully, and the bar stocked with wine bottles. since the sign first went up, i've watched the dust collect on the white plate on the corner table. m. says they should have let the owner in to at least collect his things. it's kind of sad. it was one of my favorite restaurants! c. and i ate there last winter. c. had a delicious lentil soup and we had a very nice lemon sorbet for dessert. i wonder how long it will sit like this for.
slowly the blanket grows. i need more blue. a knitpicks order is waiting for me to click and send. i'd like to order the border color but i need first to see the color card which does not come back into stock until august 31st. the elusive color card! i've tried ordering it several times in the past but somehow i don't click in time. i keep adding to the shopping cart and days go by and so does the color card. so now the wait.
rockaway. supposedly a phonetic corruption of a lenape native american word meaning "sand" and "place."
rockaway in this picture was windy, foggy and cool when you got out of the water. the colors were grey, white and steel blue, and the air was very damp. the surf always has that edge of danger. swimming at the cape is like that too, when the tide is out, because the ground just DROPS. one minute you're standing with the water swirling around your chest, the next minute you're under. but when the tide is in, you have a long stretch of sand to boogie board on.
we rode the ferry to staten island today and went to the alice austen house for a dance performance (exerpt below). the view of manhattan and the verrazano was breathtaking, and the breeze coming off the water felt so fresh. m. and her friend said, "it smells so good out here!" is staten island really a part of new york city? there were no coffee shops from which one could buy a cappuccino, and k. and i were craving one, but we weren't so desperate that we resorted to buying from dunkin donuts. there was a little italian trattoria, but they didn't make cappuccinos to go. to go! how gauche!the ferry rides in the afternoon and at night were very crowded. it's been many years since i've ridden the staten island ferry, and i don't remember there being so many people!! maybe i just never rode in the summer or at rush hour? is the ferry more popular than usual with the tourists? i don't know, but my memories of riding the ferry are of hardly anyone out on deck and today i could hardly get by to take a picture. i guess i'll have to go again in the winter. and i have to add that i really miss all the state flags that used to hang along the wall of the old st. george terminal building. i wonder if they are in storage somewhere? maybe hanging in a new space? trashed?
these cups are in the window of juicy couture on bleecker street. i'd like to put biscuits in some of them and let jack snuffle through.
xena went to the vet today. finally. she's had a pustule on her left leg for awhile now, and she has trouble jumping up on things. she no longer goes up in the loft bed or onto the window sill. it was a bit traumatic when they aspirated the pustule and took some cells out for tests. we heard her in the back room yowling. this is c. right afterwards. it's kind of a funny picture. you can see my reflection in the window with the face of the vet's assistant inside, returning xena to us.
