Author: Stacy Horn

I’m supposed to go out to the Parapsychology Foundation today, but it may get called due to the rain. I’m waiting to hear. Can’t say I blame Lisette if she doesn’t want to drive in the rain.

The chapter I’ve just started is going to be freaking amazing. I’m telling the story of a haunting in Harlem in the sixties. The haunting part is mostly already written, it was the story I used in my book proposal. So now I have to research what the current thinking is about hauntings. It’s like I said in the proposal, what’s more fun than a ghost story? I wish there were more of them!

Breaking News! We’re postpoing until next Monday. Okay, so different day. What shall I do! The library is closed, I read all day yesterday so I need a break from reading. Hmm. I guess today will be: write and go to the gym.

(Picture courtesy of http://www.fashionologie.com/.)

I’m posting to see if this new entry wipes out yesterday’s entry. Crossing my fingers. My picture of the day is from what I call my Laze series. Here, Finney and Budd are lazing on the desk (it’s minutes before feeding time, and they want to make sure to remind me of their existance and the need for feed-age).

I’ve been trying to get a film of Finney doing this fall-over thing he does. He’ll be sitting on the rug, and when he sees me coming he literally falls over, like someone who has fainted. It’s not a nice, laying down thing, but a keel-over, collapse on his side thing. He does it and then flips on his back so I can rub his belly. It’s the cutest thing and I want to show him off doing it, but I haven’t caught him yet.

In other news, I just finished a chapter, and I’m thinking of treating myself to a movie, The Lives of Others. Everyone I know who has seen it raves. But I also want to see The Year of the Dog.

Then, tonight, I’m going to the Loser’s Lounge with friends.

Meanwhile, I am so sad Friday Night Lights is over for the season. That is such a freaking amazing show. And Medium is too. Love the middle child, Bridget.

Okay, hitting publish and save!

Update! It worked! Yesterday’s post is still here.

Testing again …

We upgraded to a new webserver and there were problems with my blog. I’m going to just blab for a second here and see if this works.

I took this picture walking through Central Park the other day.

I had planned to curl up in my down comforter on the couch today and read, but when I picked up my comforter from the cleaners they gave me someone else’s and they don’t believe me that it’s not mine. I’m waiting for a callback. I hope they find mine, because it cost hundreds of dollars. Lots of hundreds, and I don’t really have that now. This one isn’t nearly as nice and besides, it’s someone elses. The idea of using it creeps me out.

In other news: Sanjaya is never going home, is he? That reminds me, I have never liked Jennifer Lopez, something about her has always rubbed me the wrong way, but she won me over during her appearance on American Idol.

That’s what I asked Adina when the guards wouldn’t let me take a picture of anything at MOMA. She pointed up, and sure enough, it was pretty up there. This is what you see when you look up at the Museum of Modern Art. We were there to see Jeff Wall’s photographs. I was going to put one of his pictures here, but they really have to be seen in person to get the full effect. Here they are if you want to take a look. But seeing them online does not do them justice. They are huge, for one, and lit from behind.

Before MOMA we were at the Guggenheim to see another photo exhibition called family pictures.

Then I went to the library and solved the Boston Strangler murders. Okay, not really, but I uncovered new information. I’m so excited, but frustrated because I have to wait until Monday to call anyone about it. But still!! Very exciting. I was going to call the 80 year old son of someone who was briefly a suspect, but then my brother and sister-in-law and their kids sent me an online Easter card and I thought now would not be the time to call some guy to say, “Okay, so, your dad was a murder suspect …” (Of course in reality I would never broach the subject like that.)