Author: Stacy Horn

My litterbox solution didn’t work.  Someone, Buddy I think, ignored the litterbox altogether it looks like, and peed next to it.  (In case anyone is wondering, I clean the litterbox out twice a day, including washing it out, so it can’t be a dirty litterbox issue.) I took Revan’s solution of buying puppy pads while I figure something else out. Here are the things I’m considering trying.

Solution 1 from Karen. Karen made a great suggestion of buying a storage box with high sides at Office Depot or some place like it.  

But I need to figure out what tool I would use to cut the front down so they can step into it more easily. Cost: $15, no shipping.

Then there’s two litterboxes with high sides that look like they might work.  The one on the left is  from Petco, $20 no shipping. The one on the right I found on Amazon, $25 plus whatever it will cost to ship.

I’m afraid this one on the right, which looks like it has more effective high sides, might be ignored by whatever cat is giving me the trouble.

I don’t know what to do. Buddy is right now trying to look cute so I will feed him. They are SHAMELESS.

I’m open to any additional suggestions. I was crying about this last night. Wuss. I know. How do people with children survive??

The Highline is a stretch of once abandoned elevated train tracks going through the west side of Manhattan.  Nature pushed through and it became this beautiful, wild, “what Manhattan would look like once we’re gone” ghostly walk that I actually never got to take and I’m regretting that a little.  The city took it over, preserving at least somewhat the wildness of it I think, I  hope.

It just opened to the public and I want to see it this week, but all the rain. Maybe it will be nice in the rain though.  I took this picture the week before it opened.  You can see a construction worker up there on the phone.

Robert Nathan.  I was trying to download the movie Portrait of Jenny and this led to googling it, which led to looking into the book the movie was based on.  Turns out the author, Robert Nathan, has written a lot of books like it.  I read these quotes of his on Wikipedia and now I’m in love.  Except he’s dead.  FIGURES.

“There is no distance on this earth as far away as yesterday.”

“Give exceeding thanks for the mystery which remains a mystery still – the veil that hides you from the infinite, which makes it possible for you to believe in what you cannot see.”

“It seems to me that I have always wanted to say the same things in my books: that life is one, that mystery is all around us, that yesterday, today and tomorrow are all spread out in the pattern of eternity, together and that although love may wear many faces in the incomprehensible panorama of time, in the heart that loves it is always the same.”

“What I really want is to give comfort to people in this wilderness of death and trouble. And to myself, too.  So, when I can, I take the poison and hate out of my books; but I hate, just the same. I hate violence, and tyranny, and vulgarity. I hate despair and destruction, and the writers who insist that that is all there is, there isn’t anything else.”

I’ll start with Portrait of Jenny, but there’s many many others from there, and every one of them sounds worth giving a try.

I hung it out there on May 28th.  12 days.  I guess that’s not all that long yet.  I read somewhere that it could take up to a month for the birds to discover it.

I’ve decided to extend my birthday to Wednesday.  For whatever reason I still have not gotten what I needed from it.  My poor birthday.  I put so much pressure on it.

This is not a dress I wish to possess, but I do think it’s pretty, and I love how it floats in the window.