I went home to Jersey this week for a family dinner, nothing more. And yet, not only did I spend two full days there instead of the expected one evening, I am now also the owner of a wee black as-yet-unnamed kitten. Go figure. One of my mom’s friends found 4 kittens in her backyard, my mom went to get one for herself, and rather than let another go to the shelter, I picked out the one who scratched me up the least. She is very tiny, wary of me, and has small, needle-sharp claws (experienced due to the wariness, I suppose).
Returning to the city, I found (heard, rather) my block transformed. Probably due to the extended weekend, or maybe just an indicator of the rest of the summer, the surrounding streets have tripled in volume. Common sounds include- loud exclamations in Spanish pertaining to the end of a joke or a good move in dominoes, car alarms, birds imitating car alarms, little kids shrieking, ambulances, moms screaming for their children to get back here RIGHT NOW, moms screaming to their children what to pick up at the bodega, thumping bass emanating from slow-rolling Expeditions, a guy yelling up to the 2nd/3rd floor of a building across the street for someone named Mari, the high-pitched whine of small motorbikes ripping down the street, loud rap or R&B music from the 2nd floor across the street, and occasionally shouted threats from large groups at opposite sides of the street. Summer’s finally here.