Author: Stacy Horn

Finney caught a mouse last night at around 2am!!

For some reason I hadn’t been able to get to sleep yet. Which was good because had I not been awake I would have slept through Finney killing the poor little guy and then I would have had to deal with the dead body this morning. As it was I was able to save it, catch it and release it.

It was a whole production of trying various containers, some screaming, trying to balance the pot that finally worked, and the pad of paper over the pot, grabbing my glasses, putting them on, opening the door without moving the pad or letting a cat out, getting up to the roof, letting him free, more screaming when he ran straight back to ME, worrying about people wondering why there was a woman screaming on the roof at 2am and calling the police, and needless to say, there was no more sleep for me last night. Maybe an hour at the very end.

But now I have to go to work???

Ugh, ugh, ugh. I need another day off.

I bought reading glasses! I should take a picture, but it will have to be later. I have to feed the birds and get to work. But they are very cute, except I realized, what difference does it make? No one will see them on me because I generally read at home. Oh wait, I read a lot at the library. Okay, not a total waste.

This is another dress I can’t possess from Bleecker Street. Cynthia Rowley, I think.

It’s something from my childhood and it’s hard to describe. But when I see an empty lot I want to go inside and set up housekeeping. Whatever has grown there I’d leave. I wouldn’t clean up so much, as tuck myself in somehow. Maybe build a small shed or cottage.

I wanted to zoom in to show how huge these leaves were, but this picture doesn’t really convey it. I’d say those leave were over a foot wide, maybe a foot and a half. Imagine building a tiny house in here, and tending the ground so even more wild plants and flowers grew. Doesn’t it seem like it might be heaven?

As usual, I am beside myself with joy about having two whole days in front of me to work on the singing book!!

Note to self: call the vet about the glucosamine for Finney. I’m anxious to get him started on that.

It was gorgeous up on the roof last night. There was a weird lightning storm a little later. These clouds, in the south, just started lighting up and shooting out streaks. No rain and the sky was clear everywhere else, so I just stood on my desk for a while and watched.

Teresa. Hands down. And I’m pretty sure my fellow Census workers would agree. Almost every day she brings in something fabulous that she baked. This is the strawberry cake she brought in yesterday. You can’t tell but it was fantastically tall. And it was the first strawberry cake I’ve ever had that actually tasted like real strawberries!! (Because of the piles and piles of strawberries she put in, Teresa told me).

But this cake isn’t the half of it. I wish I had a better memory (I’m old, I have a good excuse) but she is very creative, and fun, and the sheer variety of treats that she’s brought in is not to be believed. Thank you Teresa. I mean seriously, THANK YOU TERESA.

And another horrible heat wave. Did I mention I’m not good in the heat? God, I hate it. I prefer beaches at night and in the winter. I also have to do a laundry tonight. Timing-wise tonight is the only time that’s going to work for me in the next few days.

I took this picture of a building at the corner where 7th Avenue, Greenwich and 11th meet. A horrible corner, by the way, crossing the street-wise. I took it because I don’t think I ever quite looked up at the brick building and noticed its Flatiron building-like shape.