Ragtag grab-bag
My lungs and sinuses are very happy that the we’ve gotten another break from the heat and the humidity. I can almost breathe like a normal person at the moment! The other great thing about a clear summer’s day is great sightlines, especially at twilight.
Going into Cowgirl Hall of Fame, I could see that there was a lot of rubbernecking happening a block down, at the corner of Christopher and Hudson. It was hard to tell, though, whether there was a fire, an accident, or what. I was curious, but I was hungrier. By the time dinner was over, though, the sun had set and the floodlights and an even larger crowd had arrived at the scene, making it very clear that something was still going on, and it was kinda major.
I know that cats are the more classic subject matter for random cuteness pictures in the blog world, but I’m not such a big fan of the cats. Cute puppies in a store window, however? Color me giggly.
The guy who bought the house next door is a contractor, so when he finally decided to deal with his yard, he really went for it. I haven’t seen this kind of unnatural nature since I left Staten Island. It’s sort of tragically magnificent, isn’t it?
Just to be clear, I ought to mention that I haven’t been lazy — I’ve been taking a break. When I return to posting, which I expect will be within a couple more weeks or so, things are likely to be a little different. It won’t be a redesign this time, but instead it will be a change of circumstance.
For reasons I don’t plan on discussing, I’m moving back to Brooklyn soon. To live by myself. That makes me deeply sad in many ways, but it’s also the best thing for me to do. It was my decision, and I made it so that I can preserve something with a truly wonderful person who is, I’ve come to accept, more of a friend than anything else. Therefore, I’m going back to Brooklyn so each of us can stop waiting for the other to become a different person.
That is all for now.