Anniversary

Today is one year to the day that I walked out of my home, studio and garden for the last time. The workers that were there to do over the house for the jackals who were hoping to flip the house for a quick profit had already popped the lock on the front door and ripped out swaths of the gardens so there was little time or opportunity to take one last look- it had stopped being my home quite a while before and was merely a holding box while I secured a new place to live.
But I do miss the starry skies, the birds, the goldfish pond, and the crickets, I miss them every evening.

Here is what I live with now:
"according to the sergeant on duty, at about 1:42 am, [Kingston Police] received a noise complaint at BSP (Back Stage Productions, just down the block from my apartment). Officers sent a group of persons who were standing outside back in, noting that there were about 200-250 people inside. At 2:55am they received another call for noise which turned out to be a fight inside the premise which was spilling outside. Due to the large number of people involved, all of [Kingston Police] shift and some officers from the Town of Ulster and UC Sheriff's Dept. responded. The crowd was eventually dispersed[4am] and three young females were arrested for disorderly conduct... Also, a guy showed up at the hospital with a large cut on his back that [Kingston Police] strongly suspect he suffered at BSP but he didn't cooperate with [Kingston Police]."

All I can do today is look forward and keep putting one foot in front of the other, and trust that that is what I am supposed to be doing.

Thoughts on a Kingston Saturday Night

I HATE THIS PLACE! It is noisy- once again the folks at Backstage Productions, just down the block, are totally disregarding the lives of those of us who live here, they are playing loud, loud music with the doors and windows wide open. To put the icing on the cake when the gig is over, the street will be filled with loud, obnoxious drunks- oh joy. Most afternoons they also have drum sessions, again with the windows open so that everyone has to listen to the drumming. Calls to their office yield no results.
When the sidewalks are dirty, instead of using push brooms, the city workers use leaf-blowers- I guess their fragile male-egos can't take using something that is not energy-wasting and horribly noisy. There is a building behind me that has the noisiest air-conditioning unit on the planet- oh, and they are going to do a "green" roof to help curb air-pollution- that's great but how about cutting down on the noise pollution too?
Motorcyclists use these streets for their nightly "big, loud motorcycle=teeny-tiny brain" noise-fest.
I HATE THIS PLACE! It stinks- trucks making deliveries (4:30-5am) idle their engines for 20 or so minutes and my apartment fills with exhaust. I apparently am the only person living/working here who does not smoke- the sidewalks are always littered with cigarette butts- and then people wonder why no one comes here to shop, etc- who wants to walk through an ashtray?
I HATE THIS PLACE! The frigging street lights are on full all night and aren't capped so the light pollution is just horrid. They are supposed to be charming but mostly what they are is a nuisance. The street is so overly lit that skateboarders use the block as their playground at 3 in the morning. There are lights under the porticoes that run the length of the block, they shed enough light and that light does not shine up into the 2nd & 3rd storey windows. The street lights are totally superfluous.

I HATE THIS PLACE! I HATE THIS PLACE! I HATE THIS PLACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!