Thursday, May 31, 2007
Tenth Avenue, May 2007
Here's one of my favorite graffiti taggers once again, the one I call "3E." And on the center column there's the outline of a surprised looking cat. I've posted all these tags before, here, here and here, but not accompanied by such nice lines and shadows.
I called the plumber yesterday and presented him with a perfectly reasonable argument for why I should not have to pay his outlandish fee. He seemed rather unmoved, though he did promise to get back to me. Meanwhile, I've gotten used to the idea that maybe this is just what plumbers cost, and I might have to cough it up. Ugh.
My brother's poor old dog, Utah, who I mentioned here, died last Friday. My brother has been really broken up about it, as you'd expect. He and I talked on Sunday, comparing notes on loss - I lost a beloved pet in 2005, my 16-year-old cat Howard, so I told him about the stages I went through and the feelings I had then. I think it helped him see that his feelings aren't unusual. He described himself rather poetically as a planet that has lost its moon.