Author: Stacy Horn

You know, I’m pretty sure when the universe gave me the Your Next Life forms I checked off “the easy life.”  Yeah, I totally did. Alright, alright, I do have an easy life.  (I’m writing an article about reincarnation.)

I bring this up because we’re about to start working on the second half of the Credo in Beethoven’s Missa Solemnis.  I just listened to it and I’m pretty sure these vocal gymnastics are physically impossible.  I think I’m listening to robots singing.  In Beethoven’s time he must have enlisted aliens.  

Oh Beethoven, who do you hate us so??  Actually, I can’t wait for the day when I can do this.  I not kidding about my fear, I wonder if I can do this, but I really hope I can. It’s glorious.

This is the building next door to mine.  Isn’t this a pretty little building?  I wonder what it looks like inside.  It has this nice little pathway on the left as you can see, which goes back to a courtyard. Maybe that was for horses back in the day.

I woke up feeling off, and I’m listening to Brahm’s Concerto No. 2 to correct it.  All I did was sleep late, but I must have had a dream that tipped me over into this the-world-is-not-quite-right mood.

This picture I took the other day of a candelabra I liked seems to fit with this particular Brahms in the background. I guess the thing is a bit over-wrought, but it’s lovely.  I think it’s the things that surround it that give it the too-much feel.  If it was standing along on a table it would be magnificent. My photograph doesn’t really capture it.

I’m interviewing a couple of people today.  It’s weird, because they are the ones on the spot.  They are the ones who are expected to deliver, but I still feel nervous about asking good questions, then following their answers enough to come back with even better questions to get the best of what is in their minds onto the page.  

In truth, both the interviewer and the interviewee have to deliver.

A new sign is up in the store that suffered all that fire damage a month or so ago. They’re so upbeat at this store!  I didn’t realize The End of History was the name of the store.  As I said, I’m not very observant sometimes.

Who doesn’t love a rescue dog??  I just got back from a program at the Tribute WTC Visitor Center about rescue dogs.  I didn’t write down this trainer/handler’s name, and I’ve already forgotten it, I’m sorry.  And the dog’s!  Apparently my retention power’s are good for up to an hour and then it’s gone.

Now I want two goats, a chihuahua and a rescue dog.

Buddy does this thing with his paws, it’s almost like he’s trying to hug himself.  Please notice that he was also wagging his tail.  Cats wag their tails.  Little known fact.

Here he’s noticing he’s getting his picture taken, but the paws remain in position.