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The Curious Case Of 651 Metropolitan Avenue
Ever since the fence gracing this derelict site became a searing shade of pink it has been a source of curiousity (and grudging admiration) to yours truly. In fact, I have made it a point to check in on it periodically. Not that much has really happened, mind you. Over the winter the fence’s vibrant hue became weathered and, well, it was looking more than a little worse for wear.* Last month it finally collapsed.
My buddy at Queens Crap even texted me:
Hot pink fence @metro & leonard now has grass skirt doors!
That’s when things started to get interesting.
Really interesting.
This was the sight which awaited me when I strolled by yesterday afternoon.
It was understandably a source of much curiosity. This kind of thing happens when people become acclimatized to looking at eyesores like this derelict lot. Every day.
And my curiosity finally got the better of me: I asked the woman watering this nascent garden what gives. Here’s what she had to say:
- She is responsible for this (interrupted) fence’s pinkness.
- When the middle section collapsed she erected the reed cordons you see above… and contacted the owner of this property to propose planting a garden on his property. She made sure to send photos of her handiwork.
- Not only did he approve of this endeavor— but he requested she give the fence a fresh coat of paint!
Only in Williamsburg would an all too common case of Bloomblight blossom— replete with Pepto Bismol colored paint! In closing, here are a couple shots from Rose Red & Lavender. As I understand it they are peeps behind these plants.
Miss Heather
*As documented by the Department of Buildings. In March.
Problem solved. By a citizen.
New York Shitty Day Ender: Movin’ On Up!
Filed under: 11222, Crazy Cat Lady, Greenpoint, Greenpoint Brooklyn, Greenpoint Magic
To Greenpoint, that is.
After some thought the Mister and I have decided to foster Jerzy, the surviving Huron Street kitten until he gets the loving home he so richly deserves. As you can see in the above photograph he was none too happy about having to wait for the B43 bus (neither was I for that matter— but at this time and in our current financial state limousines are simply not a plausible means of transportation for the Mister and I). I assured Jerzy it could be worse: we could be waiting for the G train shuttle instead. Believe it or not, I think he understood me. He IS a Greenpointer after all.
He was a trouper. I have no doubt all the Polish ladies cooing at him adoringly didn’t hurt either. Jerzy’s a big hit with the ladies.
Right now this little guy is residing in our bathroom— much to the curiousity of our little pride. Tomorrow he will meet our “crew” in earnest. This ought to be interesting. In any case, Lisa and I learned today from a fellow cat lady named Eva that our pronunciation of Polish names could use some, um, refinement. Instead of saying “yerzy”— which is the correct way of saying this little guy’s name— we have employed a hard “J”. In other words, he answers to a moniker which sounds like the latter half of the Garden State. Although we feel pretty bad about this he doesn’t seem to mind one bit. As you will see!
After the Mister and I got Jerzy settled in we decided to go to dinner. We opted to go to a favorite restaurant of ours in Long Island City. Our reasoning was it would give us a reprieve from drunken hipster bullshit. It did: instead we were entertained by a raucous— but not in the least obnoxious— birthday party which was presided over by what can be best described as a 40-something lesbian version of Rodney Dangerfield. With a strong Queens accent. I cannot do this woman justice. She was awesome. After rolling out a series of one liners* she stopped and exclaimed:
Where the fuck is my girlfriend?
It was just the kind of levity the Mister and I needed after a grueling week. Suffice it to say they had fun, we had fun and so, apparently, did Jerzy. When we arrived home we discovered he had managed to “Keith Moon” his domicile— inasmuch as a wee little kitten is capable, anyway. So the Mister cleaned it up. Jerzy explored. And I filmed it.
Jerzy makes it clear that carrier life is not for him!
And last, but not least: Jerzy plays some more!
You can anticipate more footage of Jerzy in days and probably weeks to come. If anyone is interested in giving this very special little man the loving home he so richly deserves please contact me at: missheather (at) thatgreenpointblog (dot) com. I’ll give you the 411 about the application process.
Miss Heather
P.S.: For those of you who are wondering, the reason Jerzy’s eyes look watery is because they are being treated with medication. Otherwise, he has tested negative for FIV and Feline Leukemia and just underwent his first battery of shots!
*About the people she had previously dated and how much grief it gave her mother. Very funny. Someone should give this woman her own television show.
New York Shitty Day Starter: Hellbent
Filed under: 11206, 11237, Bushwick, Bushwick Brooklyn, East Williamsburg, East Williamsburg Brooklyn, Street Art
From Grattan Street & Harrison Place.
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