Author: Stacy Horn

Yes, I’m going to be inside all day but I hope to be able to walk home.

I’ve been working so hard on this one particular chapter. It’s about singing and death, and singing about death, with a little of the history of singing about death. It’s kinda a key chapter and it has to be stellar, so needless to say it hasn’t been easy.

This is a pretty little park right near me that I almost never use. I took this shot on my way to buying kitty litter. Lugging is my life. Even the checkout girl said, “Are you sure you can handle this,” when she was bagging the litter I bought to lug home. (Two ten pound bags.)

Oh! There was a new and positive review on Amazon for my book Unbelievable!! Every time a new review appears I feel instantly terrified. What if it’s bad? I’ve grown amazingly thin-skinned. So when it turns out to be nice it makes me that much more happier, so thank you new review person!! (Peter Saginaw, I just looked.)

When I came out of the door for my doctor’s appointment I walked into this. She looked very cute. But how do people wear boots in this heat?? It wasn’t just her, I see boots everywhere.

By the way, words you never want to hear after your mammogram: “See you next year … hopefully!”

It’s going to be heat-wavish again today the news says. The day I’m going to be lugging bird seed through the steamy city streets. Which is my choice, so clearly I’m insane. But I’ve got a doctor’s appointment right near the place where I get my bird seed. It would bug me not to pick some up while I’m there.

I took this picture walking home. When I reach this corner I start to get that “almost home” feeling.

I’m basically procrastinating. I’ve just started to confront the section I couldn’t wait to write, but is going to be very hard to pull off.

Notice the street lamp further down with the same bird line-up. I took a shot which had three street lamps worth of birds in it, but I just didn’t like how it came out.

Okay, I’m going back in there.

It’s like they’re all mine. Notice the third from the left one doing the pink flamingo thing. So, I’ve got two days off in front of me. Which I’ll be using to work, as per usual. I cannot wait to use a couple of days off as actual days off.

I was sad about Mitch Miller. I remember watching him as a child, and whenever I hear that men’s chorus sound, singing those kinds of songs, I feel happy. By the way, I read his Times obituary, and he was extraordinarily accomplished. I had no idea. The man had an amazing musical career. Also, he lived in New York and I felt that missed-interview-opportunity regret.

Periodically I try to think of who is still around that I should interview while there’s still time. I’ve never once successfully thought of someone. It always ends up being like this, the person dies and then I’m kicking myself.