Marie Javins's Blog, page 23

Night Market

 Everyone loves a parade.

Won't You Be My Neighbor?

Mr. Jay G. Flash the Orange Cat was sitting directly outside my window this morning, intently wishing me awake to fill his bowl with tasty dry food. The day is spectacular—72 degrees and bright, birds chirping and squirrels eyeballing my tiny red stone patio.

I sleep with the windows open here in Jersey City, something I can't do back in Burbank, a few blocks from the 134. I don't know if it's the aftereffects of learning to appreciate small things during the pandemic or the fact that we are surrounded by nature in the middle of the city but every moment is a kind of urban miracle. Even the rain. Especially the rain. Though I'd had to pull in the umbrella and furniture yesterday so it didn't get soaked, and I'd had to Citi-cycle home in the drizzle last night after dinner with Denise.

This morning I filled the catfood bowl, then sat inside and watched the ferals tackle their breakfast. And as I sat there, a nun in pajamas, bathrobe, and a hair-cap wandered out to pick up the hose and water the convent vegetable garden.

One day I'll go back to Burbank because either office hours or winter will kick in. But for now, just the little details of the Lafayette Game Preserve are about as perfect as it gets.

Secret Life of My Backyard

A lot goes on at the Lafayette Wildlife Preserve when I'm asleep.

Federal Holiday

I walked over to the African Festival at the park near my house. But it feels like the Ugandan forest out there--hot and steamy--so I didn't last long. I picked up a food truck lunch (brisket, plantain mash, slaw, white bread I'm going to feed to the birds) and headed back down Communipaw to my cool ground floor studio.

The weather gave the African Festival a sense of authenticity, for what it's worth.

But when I went to cross Communipaw, a police car with lights flashing gave me pause. It was leading a parade of cars, cars with balloons, signs, horns a'blaring. A Black men's Harley club brought up the tail end of the parade, with another police car bookending the procession.

The signs were all handmade signs about freedom and Juneteenth, with a few professionally printed Black Lives Matter placards sprinkled in. As everyone honked their horns, they also gave the Black power salute out of their cars. Passing drivers did the same.

What a glorious homegrown holiday celebration. And inspiring. Maybe I'll go back and see some African drumming in a bit.

Ready to Go

 All right, I'm booked and ready for a few weeks from now!

Wrong House

I'm glad someone is getting used to the cat trap.

Mud

Here are a couple of pieces from pottery class last night at La Mano in Manhattan.

There's a pottery studio about 5 blocks from my house in Jersey City, but the same class there was over $800, and I'd have to buy my own clay. No thank you.

La Mano includes endless clay and I can sign up for practice time in theory. In reality, I work noon-9 pm Mon-Fri, so that probably isn't going to happen, but I used to go in all the time when I lived here.

Cat-mergency

Jay the feral cat is ill...I think his leg is either broken, sprained, or he stepped on something. He is hopping and not using his front right leg.

He won't let me near him under the best of circumstances.

I need to catch him in a trap and take him to the vet, right?

Then what? Does a feral with a cast have a chance? Does he live inside at night (whether he likes it or not)? Would I put him in a crate?

A Most Amazing Birthday Gift

Look what Denise made me as a late birthday gift! (I was in Burbank in April.)

This is incredible. There is a door under the stoop--that's to my little studio. There's a cat upstairs in the window. There is detail carved over the door and a pipe alongside the bay window.

She even did the print on the bag it came in.

Amazing work, Denise.

Stop, Thief

We had a big ol' thunderstorm here in Jersey City this afternoon, which was good because I got to test out the gutter cleaning I had earlier in the day. The clean gutters work!

Anyway, the feral cats (Jay and Lil) had their breakfast around 7:30, but the rain made it impossible to feed them dinner in the evening. They were hiding somewhere plus I don't want to put food in their bowl only to have it soaked a few minutes later.

Finally, the rain stopped at dusk, so I went out back to see if they were around. I saw Lil, and I called Jay. He came running across the convent lawn.

I put half a cup of dry food in their fancy bowl I'd bought from the local potter back in December. Jay and Lil both headed for the food. They had a complex negotiation involving meowing and staring, and then Jay tucked in while Lil waited for a chance to take over the eating chores.

Satisfied all was well, I went back in to my work meeting, already in progress on my monitor.

I went back to check on the cats ten minutes later, and to my surprise, this jerk was chowing down on their food!

I went back outside and told him to scram. He just kept eating.

"That's not for you! Take a hike, you jerk." He continued to wolf down the cat's food.

I got my cat toy on a stick and slapped him with the stick part. He picked up the bowl with his little hands and backed away, bowl and all. He then put the bowl down on the convent lawn, and continued to eat, ignoring me.

Jay just stared the whole time.

Poor kitties. No dinner for them.