Kitten, summer, long-lost friend, sailors

The kitten has been hunting, though she let this one get away (like fishing for sport I guess).



I went for a bike ride and sat right next to the Hudson River yesterday, which was really the first day of summer, I made iced tea and everything.



Do you realize it's been THREE YEARS since Mandy Martens left Toronto? That means, until four days ago, it's been that long since I've seen her. Very weird. Not that I knew her that well to begin with, though I've always liked her and I miss hearing her sing. She was around the city to help me and LL celebrate my six months in New York (at a psycho Indian restaurant with more chili pepper lights than you ever thought could be put in one room before, especially since you've probably never thought about putting chili pepper lights in a room in the first place).



Also, somewhat surrealistically, the city is filled with sailors, since it's Fleet Week. I wonder how often they have to do laundry, or if there are drycleaners on board.