Stacy Horn

I took a quick, test shot with my iphone yesterday (I have the 5C.) It isn’t awful. A picture of Finney didn’t come out as well. The iphone doesn’t perform as satisfactorily with movement, it seems. But I’ll try a bunch of shots today when I go out. If I get out. I still have a lot of facts to check. A massive amount really.

It would be so great if there was an Academy Awards for books, with categories like “Best Research,” and “Most Research.” I’d be in the running for Most! I have to check a fact, and often more than one, in practically every sentence. Sob. The research was so much fun to do at the time. I haven’t had to change much, but every once in a while I come across a cool bit of information and I can’t find my note on the source. That just kills me. I can’t use it if I can’t back if up. I must have made thousands of notes, so it’s not surprising if some are missing (or misplaced, or accidentally deleted) but, damnit!

First my tv broke, then I broke my computer, and yesterday I dropped and broke my beloved camera! Canon no longer services it and doesn’t make parts for it. All of these things were very old, but still. My iphone doesn’t take pictures half as great as my Canon did. It’s a sad day, except it’s my day off and I have a cat on me.

Speaking of. One of the last pictures I took with my G9. A cat pile. Something that happens a little more often now that I am home a lot less these days, due to my wonderful ASPCA job.

Choir is over for the season. So sad. But there are always summer sings. A couple of shots from our concert. The first is of the crowd outside after the concert. The second is from our warmup in the gym. I take a picture of this every year, I think.

I’m so excited!!   I have a book coming out next year!! Backstory: I wrote a book about Blackwell’s Island, now called Roosevelt Island. To give you an idea of what it was like there in the 19th century, one of the titles we’re considering for the book is Damnation Island.

I wrote about a medical experiment that was conducted in one of the hospitals on the island (there was also a lunatic asylum and a couple of penal institutions). A doctor tried to graft the bone from a dog to a little boy. His procedure including sewing the dog to the boy. I won’t say more, but it was very upsetting reading his paper about what he’d done. Here’s a picture of the boy and the dog from the paper.

I wish I was allowed to take and post pictures from the Kitten Nursery at the ASPCA, you would all just die. Today I am in love with Tater and Waffles. (I don’t name them, although I could. They let everyone suggest names and put them on a board. I’m just not into naming any.)

I know I’ve been all cats all the time for a while now, but that will change. Right now I’m focused on Finney. I found another massive mass on him. Why are they always so big?? I have a call into his doctor.

I always go by their eating habits when I pick the time to let them go. When they stop eating, and start hiding out somewhere alone, it’s time. But Finney is still eating well, and still wants to sit on my lap or curl up on the couch.

Finney in better days, sprawled on the floor sleeping.