While there's been a hefty break in blog-writing, I assure you there's been nothing to miss. Well a couple of things, maybe. I DID work everyday from the 11th to the 19th so those days were pretty dull. The new kittens have been a barrel of spew. While they are adorable and snuggly and precious something seems to be wrong on the inside. We've had vomit nearly every day since they arrived. And you can tell they feel bad - they've started to hide it behind the toilet, under the bed..... the one night I let them sleep on the bed I woke at 3am to the sound of heaving up near Timon's pillow. Callie was swiftly removed mid-hurl and I'm pretty sure only a drop landed on Timon's sleeping head.
I want to address those out there that think I'm a crazy cat lady. Yes I love cats. Undeniably. As much as some freaks out there love stinky, hairy, slobbery dogs. But what I love the most, and what at a stretch I would do for a puppy if cats didn't exist, is the chance to rescue an animal in need and lather it with love. Surprisingly the most rewarding (and heart-wrenching) part is taking them back to the shelter, ready to be adopted into their forever home. I have a lot of admiration for the women that run the shelter, who coordinate volunteers and spend their after-work hours wading through abandoned cats and non-committal window shoppers. Our contact Miriam is a full-time community lawyer - so big ups to her for caring.
ANYHOO - some other things we've been up to:
Sometime in the blur of 9 days straight Timon and I ventured out to Brooklyn in search of a film prop shop I read about in a magazine. We caught a strange train into a strange suburb (Gowanus ha!) and, after getting slightly lost, found a secure looking steel gate with a buzzer labeled Film Biz. We buzzed our way through and braved a maze of deserted corridors underneath a building to find a basement full of film junk. I was pretty disappointed because I expected significant, recognisable film and TV props that I could purchase on the cheap. It turned out to be nothing more than a smelly, over priced op shop with boxes and piles of miscellany with mysterious origins. I endured the heeby-jeebies for long enough and we trudged our way bacbk out of Gowanus and up to the mega-mall train station that is Atlantic Ave.
Our next stop was co-worker John's house in Fort Greene, Brooklyn. This involved some more walking but through a fairly affluent looking suburb with real Sesame Street-looking apartment buildings with bona fide stoops. We spent a few hours chillaxing at John's (gorgeous and spacious) apartment, investigated his potential new coffee shop site (half a block away) and then mosied further into Brooklyn to patronise an Indonesian restaurant run by an old woman who knows John's accountant (?). The food was delish (I had satay, damn satay is good) and we finished up discussing Turkish coffee techniques with a frenchman who used to be John's boss. Long story short - John knows everybody.
Somewhere in there I got some more library books, bought an old woman shopping trolley cart and completed my management duties with the minimum effort and interest.
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