are abound. This is my first post from my temporary new home in Bushwick. It's been more of an emotional transition then I was expecting, but sometimes it's good to recognize your attachments and I've realized that having a sense of home is so valuable. I basically had to start a new family out here and felt like I was saying goodbye to them. But really, I'm in my old neighborhood even more then my new one anyway still.
Today I went for a run in my new hood. It was sunny and the blue sky adorned with fluffy clouds, strong but not unwelcome breeze either propelling me forward or adding resistance (like nature's gym I guess). I slowed down a bit as I got to a busier street where school was being let out. The kids must have all been between 6 and ten or so, I can never really tell. There was a man up ahead in a brown suit walking on crutches, he had a missing leg. I began to feel sorry and almost guilty about my ability to take leisurely runs and bike rides whenever I want, I imagined what it must be like to not be able to do these small, underestimated things. As I got closer to him I could hear all the kids around us saying "Bye, Mr. Curtis.." he warmly responded to all their goodbyes and our eyes met and we smiled at each other. I didn't feel so badly for him anymore, it seems Mr. Curtis has a lot of love in his life. Yesterday on the bus, everybody was greeting each other and saying "Happy Mother's Day," the old, the young, the men, the women. Except the white people. Go figure.
One of Tania's rabbits was discovered dead today. She had been missing for a few days and we were hoping she was having babies cause rabbits do that a lot right? It seems as though she might have been attacked. I didn't know how to help them take care of the burial so I left to go on my run. Her name was Maru. She is survived by a surprisingly unaffected friend rabbit named RuRu. And so it goes.....
But things here at Locust St. are moving nicely. Music is in the air and our mission is coming into fruition. I cannot wait to share our songs with all of you. Here's an idea of what's going on (please note cat, turtle, unicorn):
This is my parents in Amsterdam for their first wedding anniversary. 1978 y'all. My mom is 21 years old. Whoa. Rock Stars maybe? And my mom knitted my dads sweater, which I remember him wearing growing up.
