Stacy Horn

I still have a mouse. As I said, I think it’s just the one, who was caught in my apartment on the day I blocked all the openings. He’s been around a few weeks, and we almost have a routine. He hides by the stove, and every night when I turn it on he runs across the counter and behind some books to wait until everything—the temperature—goes back to normal.

He’s so used to me he sat on top of one of my books last night and started to clean himself while I watched. So, of course I love him. This morning I ordered the no kill Vensmile Humane Smart Mouse Trap (pictured below). If it works I plan to release him by the river by some trees. Except, maybe by some garbage cans would be better?

Damnit. I just learned that if you release them in an unfamiliar area they will die. Maybe I should buy a cage for him and adopt him? It’s more humane than leaving him somewhere to die. Poor thing. I don’t know what to do. It must be lonely. I just read that they’re very social, but I can’t just buy him a friend. You have to get mice who have already been together, they said.

Okay, now I’ve read it’s bad idea to keep a wild mouse for about a million reasons. I wish I could figure out how he got in so I could try to release him back to where he came from. Maybe I could leave him on the roof and he could find a way back in? Except they don’t do well in the cold. Ugh. No great solutions. I’m sorry little mouse.

A recent New York Time’s article about Obama’s reading habits shocked me into reading more. I just finished Bill Bryson’s A Walk in the Woods, about his effort to walk the entire Appalachian Trail. Somehow, even though he is very honest about how hard it is, and in many ways not at all fun, he makes you want to give it a try. Except I mostly want to try it with him and his friend Katz. Loved Katz.

I had a long meditation about humor after cracking up over this one little bit: “a big knife for killing bears and hillbillies …” What is funny about that? Nothing. But he managed to very quickly get me inside his head so that by the time I read those words I was dying.

Next up: Patient H.M.: A Story of Memory, Madness, and Family Secrets by Luke Dittrich. Thank you, Citizen Reader. It’s about Henry Molaison, an epileptic who was given a lobotomy to cure his seizures, which instead left him unable to create long-term memories. I’m only a few chapters in, but the author’s grandfather is the one who conducted the surgery. Something about that fact is making this a lot more interesting, not that it isn’t a fascinating story without that layer. Can’t explain it yet, but I’m in.

A glimpse of one tiny piece of the march of over a half a million people. There was a wonderfully wide range in age, but I would have also liked to see an equal range in race.

This tribute to Obama was incredibly sweet. I really can’t wait to see what he and Michelle do next. I wish I could work for them. I wonder if they have a need for a morbid American history researcher?

Bleecker was going crazy about something by the window, so of course I thought, “Are mice coming in through the window?” But it was a couple of pigeons in the airshaft. Sorry guys, but he can’t get you.

I also uploaded a few photographs in the post below.

I’m making a movie, but here are some quick shots as well. Please note the picture of Carrie Fisher in the sign about resistance. Rest in peace, Carrie, and thanks for the inspiration.

Putin’s puppet! So perfect. As is the next one.

Oh my!

Please note the play on the Don’t Tread on Me sign in the back.

Yes, lots of references to pee, which may not be fair. Has that story ever been verified?

Every time a republican says something about being the party of Lincoln I want to sit them down and give them a history lesson. They are not the party of Lincoln. It was a liberal party in Lincoln’s time. Lincoln would be appalled at the depth to which his party has fallen.

Thank you for your service, and for joining the march.

People were still arriving as I was heading home. It was a great day. I had two unpleasant moments, one I mention in the film I’m making. Another was when one of the march volunteers said she was going to get the police to move me when I didn’t move along right away as she asked. That was a bit of a buzzkill. Except, she didn’t have an easy job and I should have just moved.

Movie coming up!