It’s one of my favorite times of year when the weather gets a bit warmer and the cherry trees bloom.
Today I made my way to the Brooklyn Botanic Garden and a handful of cherries were in full bloom.
Their cherry esplanade is something to behold and I will be watching their bloom tracker to make sure I catch the upcoming flower explosion. But, while I wait, this was a nice teaser.
Last night I was on my way home from dinner at a friend’s house and there was a man on the train singing his favorite songs in full voice. The man, from what I believe is on the spectrum, and his singing was short bursts of melody with indecipherable lyrics.
My husband has this thing about soap that is in the shape of food, and in particular, treats.
He hates it.
Our favorite neighbor stopped by today to give me some roach bait that she had promised to give me. I didn’t really want it, because we have fantastic bait that we use, but she was forcing her kindness on me and I had to accept.
She rang the bell while I was on a work video call and I excused myself and went to get the door. There was a cardboard tray in her hand with the bait labeled in juice bottle caps.
As she was explaining what to do, my mind started wondering back to the conference call I was missing, and I snapped back into the conversation when my neighbor started screaming and running towards the stairwell.
I yelled, “Ms. Levy, what’s wrong?”
She was cowering halfway down the hallway, pointing into our apartment. Her reaction was so dramatic I thought she had seen a murderer or a ghost in our apartment.
Having this realization, I turned around to make sure I was safe and I saw my orange cat sitting there staring out the door at this screaming woman.
I laughed because it was all so ridiculous. She was upset that I laughed and she yelled, “I’m afraid of cats. I’ve got to go.”
As she scrambled up the stairs, I shut the door and hid the bait in a high place so the cats couldn’t get at it. I returned to my laptop, I saw that I hadn’t muted my microphone and everyone on the meeting most likely heard the whole ordeal.
They were kind enough to not say anything.
After a few hours I found a note under my door from my neighbor explaining the bait and the post script said: “I don’t like cats. I don’t know why, I just never have.”
Our next door neighbors are from one of the countries that our president allegedly referred to as a “shit hole” country. They are immigrants and have been our neighbors since we moved into our apartment and they have been fantastic neighbors.
Bodega cats are one of my favorite things about NYC, and this bodega cat is my favorite at the moment.
Shopping for groceries in NYC is kind of a pain in the ass. Stores are tiny, aisles are tight, and prices are high. If you are looking to buy a weeks worth of groceries in person, it’s generally going to be a painful effort.
The MTA 44 select bus service runs through my neighborhood and I take it to Williamsburg to get my hair cut.
Stepping out the front door of my apartment building this morning, I was greeted with a city covered in a small, but beautiful, layer of snow.
Perhaps I hadn’t been paying attention to the weather, but I don’t remember seeing that it was going to snow.
It was a nice little surprise that made my morning that much better.
Today it got up to 52 degrees in NYC.
For the first time in weeks it felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders and I actually desired to get out and do something instead of hiding in my apartment. I opened the windows, put the screens in, and relished the warm breeze. Even the cats seemed happy to get some fresh air.
I know it won’t last long but it was nice to have a reminder that this winter shit won’t last forever. Well at least, not as far as we know.