Stacy Horn

If they don’t also serve ice cream, and I see no place where the ice cream could be stored, what’s the point? Although they look cute in their uniforms. By the way, this is what I saw the minute I stepped outside my apartment building. I love that I live in a city where I often see something worth taking a picture of the moment I walk outside.

UPDATE: I got email from someone from the firm that came up with the idea of Good Humor Pedicabs (Golin), and she gave me this amazing correction to my post!

“I’m writing to let you know that we actually DO give away free ice cream from them – there is storage area underneath the seat of the Pedicab. Next time you see one, make sure to hail one – not only will you get a free ride, but you’ll get free ice cream as well.”

Free ice cream AND a free ride?? I’m kicking myself for missing the opportunity! Come back guys!!

Please say no, please say no. Finney is at the vet now. I’m waiting to learn if he has diabetes or not. I’ve had diabetic cats before (two at once!) so I know a diagnosis of diabetes is not good but it’s not the end of the world. It’s expensive though. And a pain in the ass. And I gave away that handy little blood test taker thingy, thinking what are the odds, after having TWO diabetic cats, that I’d ever have one again??

Miles Swum So Far in City Lap Swim Contest: 14 + 35 laps. (I’m currently in 2nd place!)

Dogs and humans visiting on Hudson Street, in front of the White Horse Tavern. I love that look, the short shorts and the clunky boots. And look at the Great Dane eyeing the little Yorkie, who has more important things to look at.

I love when people have fun with these outdoor chalkboards. Ha. I just noticed that both of these are wine-related.

I really do wonder about people. A lot. The downed Malaysian jet. Who could do such a thing? But the news footage of protestors screaming at the unaccompanied migrant children, who must be so scared. What is wrong with people?

I don’t have an extra cent to my name, I have zero experience with children and I only speak one language, but I do have a spare bedroom. I’ve been thinking if someone like me is considering fostering, there must be others. Then I read this piece in the Times about how NYC is reaching out to the children and I was so so proud.

Maybe I’m not the best foster parent for these children, but perhaps there’s another way I can help.

Bleeck. He looks like such an angel when he sleeps.

The day started out well. I’d met a couple of detectives for lunch. We hadn’t seen each other in a while and it was great to catch up. But I get home and Finney is in distress, going in and out of the litter box every 15 seconds or so.

I call the vet, rush him over, and they find something (too gross to explain). They address it and he is a lot better by the time I get him home. So, YAY. Except, it’s possible that he might have diabetes. I can’t even think about that now. (Note to universe: please spare us.)

BUT, I get home and there are a bunch of messages from the vet asking me, “Where are you? Are you still bringing Finnegan??” In my panic I’d called the vet I used to take my cats too, years and years ago. They were waiting for me to show up. That also means I had shown up at my current vet without letting them know I was coming!

Thankfully, both vets were very gracious about my mistake. I am never leaving the house again.

Current Miles Swum Tally: 9 + 109 laps.