Author: Stacy Horn

The other night I was channel surfing and came across a BBC news show and man, it was such a pleasure. News like it used to be. It was mostly reporting, little opinion, no debate. No comments from people who are completely biased and predictable and add absolutely nothing. They covered an array of subjects from all over the world. The anchors were more subdued, less “personality.” It was like news for grown-ups.

I looked around to see if there was any kind of 24 hour news channel for the BBC, but I didn’t find one. This is what I need though. I have absolutely had it with all the 24 hour news shows here.

Two hours later: I started writing that post and then got caught up in this that and the other thing!  So much to do.  I want to run back down to the Municipal Archives.  I forgot to go up to the 7th floor to see what was there.

This is Grace Church, where I sing. I took this the other night walking home from the Loser’s Lounge.

Oh Pizza Truck.  What took us so long to invent you??  Today is a good day, beginning with therapy and followed by research at the Municipal Archives.  Love research.  It’s a treasure hunt. You never know what you’re going to find.

The previous box I was using was working well, but two things made it really hard to clean.  One, it was really heavy. It was made of this industrial strength plastic which probably made it durable, but HEAVY. And two, there was this grid on the inside, and washing the litter out between the groves took more time, and since I clean out the litterbox twice a day, it had become such a production it was making me miserable.

So I bought this storage box at Bed, Bath & Beyond, took it to a hardware store where they cut a square out in the front for easy kitty access and voila!

Downside: the plastic is flimsier and I will have to replace it sooner, which is a fair trade-off. Also, I made the kitty-access-opening too big and the cats are spraying litter out a little too easily.

But I will correct that in version II. I am satisfied. I should manufacture and sell this. First thing I’d do is make it in decent colors. I can’t get over the drab, drab, drab colors most litterboxes come in.

And
who
love
each
other.

Aren’t
they
sweet?

I just
looked
up
and
it’s
8pm!

What
did
I accomplish
today??

Not
a whole
helluva
lot.

But
I got
this
pigeon
picture
up.

I was walking by the Carmine Street pool (featured in the movie Raging Bull) and I saw they were filling it up.  Today I read that the pools are open!  I don’t use the city pools actually, particularly the one here.  I’m still mad at not being allowed to use the facilities during “family hours” which is all the time during the summer.  New York City hates single people apparently. Hrmph. Oh no!  I’m like a future-cranky-old-person sitting on a bench, endlessly complaining.

Update: I had to come back here and post that I am now a happy member of this gym, have been for three years now, and I swim in the pools all the time. They made the pool hours more fair. It’s still more geared towards families in the summer, which is fine, as long they give the rest of us some time.