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2008-09-05 - 12:35 a.m. The Knotweed is in Bloom What a sweet night...at midnight I climbed out of my window into the yard, sat in one of the remaining two wrought iron chairs (hidden way back) that the new land(slum)lord had not absconded with from my yard, as he had my vintage mayan adirondack chairs - do I sound bitter? Sorry. Harrass, steal from me all you want - I'm not going anywhere...(sigh!)and let the breeze float over me, and watched the 'supposedly' invasive Japonese Knotweed plant, now flowering, sway in the wind. This massive plant towers above me with broad leaves and the gentlest clusters of white flowerets that scent my garden...invasive, fine! Of course it is New York City, and every once in a while I could hear a siren in the distance - some ambulance heading for one of the maybe four hospitals in my area. My dog was outside with me. I looked up and could easily see which of my neighbors were busily at home. It is so very Rear Window here, if you know what I mean. Last night, to make the point, across the way, the sultry echoes of I don't know what it is - a saxiphone? - was haunting the air - it's been flowing from the fourth floor of the building way in back for the last twenty years. When I hear that gutteral sound, I just scrunch up by my window and curl my arms around my knees and rest my head against the window frame and fall into a trance and thank the universe that I put up with all I do to still live here, to experience this.