As I walked to work, I noticed that the former lead singer of The Smiths had started a new business venture in New York City. I was also doing new things, or at least walking to a new location, since my office had moved. (I don't think we used Morrissey's company, however, or at least if we did, I didn't see him.) I've learned in the past few weeks that the north side of 42nd Street is much more crowded than the south side. (Not everything we learn is source of pleasure, unfortunately.) The garden was also crowded, but with leaves. Everyone preened with great luxuriance after the heavy rains. Ten years ago today, a cat appeared on the grape arbor. He looked down at me and asked if he could move in. I didn't know the first thing about cats, but I decided to give him a saucer of milk, which he lapped up. That was Dante, who was followed by Beatrice (R.I.P.) and Zephyr, who likes to hide in tote bags, and Elektra (not pictured), who has devoted her life to hunting flying snakes, in both literal and metaphorical forms. "Life is not so bad." -- Dante, when reminded that he has lived here for ten years now.