Author: Stacy Horn

The real reason I got this advent calendar was to cover some unsightly marks on the wall made by my chair that I can’t remove. I’ve actually worn a hole into the sheetrock!

That said, I love an advent calendar, although even as a child I was always disappointed by what was behind the windows. The drawings were never wondrous or fun enough.  I don’t know what I expected, or continue to expect, but something better. Drawings of fantastic creatures that don’t exist but are somehow Christmas-y?

I still love their sparkly promise, I can’t resist.  And never give up apparently. Check out this different kind of advent calendar.

Back from the dentist.  God I’m glad that’s over with.  Nothing but good stuff to look forward to for the rest of the week.  (The work this dentist did on my tooth though, it’s a work of art.  I didn’t really get a look at it until I got home. Gorgeous.)

I took this picture because I love tiny alleys.  This is so small, maybe it doesn’t even count as an alley.  Maybe it’s just “the space between two buildings.” Except I think a person can fit in there, so I’m pretty sure that means it counts as an alley.

Just a reminder that someone else is always having a worse day.  I saw this sign yesterday on Hudson.  Isn’t that sad?  Very cute little dog.  Losing a pet is the worst.  Loss.  It’s bad.  Not having in the first place is no picnic either, I can tell you.  Ahhh, yeah. Sigh.  Obama is our next president, Obama is our next president.  (I chant this whenever I need to cheer myself up.)

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Oh god almighty. I’m just having one of those days, nothing terrible, but one thing after another. I’ll be back later. I’m cleaning up my house now and taking a shower, and I may run downtown for a holiday dinner thing, but I don’t know if I’m going to make it.

I took this shot on my way back from the dentist.  Oh yes, the dentist.  Definitely one of the things that made it one of those days.  It looks like a lion I have hanging on my wall, which I think I inherited from my mother who was into lions.  I always think of the door knocker from A Christmas Carol when I see a lion. S-c-r-o-o-o-o-o-g-e.

I should stay home and watch something holiday-ish.  I think the Rudolph thing is on tonight.  But then again, seeing people is good.

You know, I don’t really have a lot of demands, I don’t have children, but I’m starting to accept that no one is immune, holidays are just plain stressful. Period.  

The Holidays to Us: We’re here, we’re going to make you jumpy and worried and occasionally depressed, get used to it. Oh, and mwah-ha-ha.

I’m home working, and getting things done. I sent a couple of chapters from my book to someone I want to interview, and he liked them! I should be in a great mood.  And I am, but my mood can and does change, like that, with very little prompting.

I meditated, went to the gym, ate healthy food.  Now I’m listening to holiday music, which I love.    Vivaldi’s Gloria is playing right now, before that the Snoopy Christmas song—what better holiday song is there than that?Palestrina is on now!!

So are those struts (is that the right word) the only thing holding that building up?  That can’t be, right? Maybe the bricks are unstable or something.  Where was that? Broadway maybe, downtown definitely.  Pretty building.  I want those floor to ceiling arched windows.