Author: Stacy Horn

I got a new tv! The previous one, a VIZIO M43-C1 43-Inch 4K Ultra HD Smart LED, was only four years old when it died on me. Very frustrating. After an intense search I bought a mid-priced tv, the 43 inch Sony X800H. But I wasn’t happy. So I decided to replace it with either a VERY expensive tv, or an INSANELY expensive tv. After much angsting and deliberating I went with VERY. It’s a 49 inch Sony X950H.

This is a case where getting this new tv took a village, or rather, the top floor of people in my building. My next door neighbor on my right, Beth, drove me and my rejected tv back to P.C. Richards, then waited in the car until they processed that return. Unfortunately, they didn’t have the TV I wanted in stock, so she waited in the car some more while I ran across the street to Best Buy to see if they had one. The closest store where they had one was in Brooklyn so she then drove me to Brooklyn, waited some more while they got my tv, and they she drove us back and helped me carry it up five flights of stairs. Beth is, as you can see, a saint. We’ve lived on this floor for the past … 30 years? Something like that.

Then, my next door neighbor on the left, Eamon, came over and mounted it to the wall for me. I’ve known Eamon since he was a little boy! He grew up into a very nice young man and great neighbor, and this isn’t the first time he’s come over to do something handy for me. Here he is, installing the wall mount. I got a full-motion mount so I could turn it as needed.

And here is my new, and VERY expensive tv (and Bleecker in the chair). I love it. The picture is gorgeous. I wasn’t sure how I’d feel about the increased size but I love that too.

Yesterday I started my yearly Holiday Cleaning (it’s like spring cleaning only it’s in the winter). It’s actually less work than usual this year because of the pandemic, of course. Since March I’ve had a lot more time on my hands to complete projects and there’s not a lot left to do to spruce up the place.

But one of the things I did was clean the prisms I have hanging in the window, then I lowered them to catch the light better. This was a good move. It’s fairyland over here now!

“Georgia, home to John Lewis, is now the ultimate battlefield …” I’ve been wondering what I can do to help Raphael Warnock and Jon Ossoff win their senate races. I just watched Robert Reich’s latest video and he made suggestions (the quote came from him). I am not supporting these candidates simply because they are democrats. If you go to their websites to donate to their campaigns, read about who they are and what they intend to do. They are decent people who are going to help the people of Georgia. Then compare what you learn to the republicans candidates, who parroted Trump’s claims that COVID was nothing to worry about, and then turned around and began making millions of dollars worth of stock trades, beginning the same day Congress received a briefing about the virus! Perdue even invested in DuPont, a company which manufactures PPE.

People in Georgia have until December 7th to register, and 17 year olds who will turn 18 by January 5th can register and vote. Do you know anyone in Georgia? Contact them. Especially if they have high school age children.

He also suggested donating to Raphael Warnock and Jon Ossoff and to these organizations:

Fair Fight Action
The New Georgia Project
Black Voters Matter Fund

You can have your donation split evenly between the two candidates and Fair Fight Action by going here, and then you can also donate to The New Georgia Project and Black Voters Matter separately.

Please pass this information on!

I walked by this building yesterday and wondered how it was possible I’d never noticed it before. It needs some work, but it’s so charming, isn’t it? Those windows! I think this picture fits in this post because the building is blue.

This month I went back to work for the first time since March! It’s only going to be a day here and a day there. It felt so … not normal. Honestly, I felt like I’d walked onto a movie set and not real life, and we were all just actors.

This is the 42nd Street subway stop, which is normally packed. That was unexpected, because a lot of places have opened up. It shouldn’t have been quite this empty. It must have been the time. I started my shift after regular rush hour. Oh! I just figured it out. Trains had just been through and these are the people who’d just missed them.

I was paring down my photo library recently and one thing I discovered is that I have a few good shots of my cat Bleecker. For whatever reason I’ve always had trouble getting decent shots of him.

Here he is, before the unholy terrors, Bodhi and Bali, (just Bodhi really) were brought into the house, when he still got to occupy this choice spot on my desk. It’s okay though. Right now he is on my lap, purring. I just remembered! I used to have a nickname for my cats Buddy and Finney. I called them Satan’s Fur Puppets (they are now deceased). God those were innocent cat-owning times. They were choir boys next to Bodhi, the king of Satan’s army of Fur Puppets. (Bali is a little love who just pretends to go along sometimes.). But here is my pretty, and perpetually vexed, Bleecker.