Author: Stacy Horn

7:30am. After knocking over two pictures, a water bottle, the remote, and tearing pages out of three books, they manage to get me up to feed them.
8:00am. Nap.
8:35am. Butt check. (Caught on camera.)
8:38am. Finney eats an unidentified object from the floor. Could be a piece a food, could be a bug, could be a piece of litter from the litterbox, they do not discriminate. Looks up to see if I noticed.
8:45am. Napping resumed.
9:39am. Question posed to me by my cats via telepathy: Just who do you think you’re fooling by covering our meds with food? Because you know what? Claws at the ready.

10:55am. Nap Status Report. Finny is napping with full belly exposure.

While Buddy concentrates on the work-preventage position.

1:15pm. The cats retire to the bedroom while I vacuum. “Oh, we don’t want our laying around all day to disturb your very important job of picking up our hair.”

Time to put out the furminator. Mwah-ha-ha.

8:09pm. Went to the movies. Came back and someone had horked up a furball. But for once, they did not hork it up on the white comforter, their usual hork location of choice. By the way, did not love the new Jane Eyre.

I should have tried live blogging the cats on a day I stayed home! After the movies a friend called and we went for a long walk along the Hudson River which was ridiculously pleasant.

I just read that the actor Jeff Conway from the show Taxi, (and the movie Grease) is in a coma as a result of a suicide attempt, and his family is taking him off life support. I’m flashing back to many years ago, and a period of insomnia that I went through and the only thing on TV late at night was Taxi. Honestly, I didn’t even love the show, but I remember watching it night after night, bleary-eyed and miserable.

They’ve got a voice mail message of his online. Apparently, he left for a friend not long before this happened. The article way over-states how incoherent he is. What stands out for me is a person who still thinks he has a life. Things are changing in a good way, things are happening, he’s working on something for the future. And then, like that, he doesn’t.

Dance while you still can.

I had grilled cheese yesterday. Pausing to savor the memory.

So You Think You Can Dance starts up tonight! I have to do my yearly plea to get everyone to watch this show. It is one of the best things on television and certainly the best reality show, but I almost don’t want to call it that because some people have a reaction to the word reality. Besides, if I was going to come up with a word to describe it, I’d choose art.

The routines are works of art. I’m still not thrilled with some of the things that happen while they’re eliminating people, but once they get to Las Vegas this show get breath-taking. You will care. You will care about dancing, you will care about the contestants, the whole thing is such a pleasure. Give it a try.

I’m not sure if I posted this picture already. This was looking down 11th Street a couple of weeks ago. It looks so serene, doesn’t it?

I haven’t done this in a while, but every day I pass by beautiful clothes I long to possess! Isn’t this pretty? The picture is over-exposed I know, but you can still tell how special it is, I think.

Ugh. Didn’t sleep last night, and someone is taking me out to lunch and I’m mad that I will be too tired to completely enjoy being taken out to lunch. Damnit. And cheese will be involved!

I’ve begun my singing coal miners research. So far I know that there was a huge wave of Welsh immigrants in the 19th century who settled in Pennsylvania to work in the mines, working in mines was deadly, and they brought their singing ways with them. Now I’ve got to find a story in there. Of course there are millions, but I have to find the one that fits with my book.

I watched this documentary about a former mining town that has been on fire since 1962. It’s called The Town that Was. Sad.

I’ve started to make a list of all the new technology I have to learn when I hand in the first draft of my book and I have that wonderful, but brief period of free time. I feel like at some point it all got away from me and there’s a whole new world out there that I’m not living in. Thank God I tweet at least. Any suggestions? What’s fun (and new)?

I realized watching the Henry Darger documentary that I’m a bit Henry Darger-ish.

Another shot from Saturday’s Dance Parade.