Stacy Horn

I was paring down my photo library recently and one thing I discovered is that I have a few good shots of my cat Bleecker. For whatever reason I’ve always had trouble getting decent shots of him.

Here he is, before the unholy terrors, Bodhi and Bali, (just Bodhi really) were brought into the house, when he still got to occupy this choice spot on my desk. It’s okay though. Right now he is on my lap, purring. I just remembered! I used to have a nickname for my cats Buddy and Finney. I called them Satan’s Fur Puppets (they are now deceased). God those were innocent cat-owning times. They were choir boys next to Bodhi, the king of Satan’s army of Fur Puppets. (Bali is a little love who just pretends to go along sometimes.). But here is my pretty, and perpetually vexed, Bleecker.

Well, thank God. Biden has his work cut out for him, so I can’t relax exactly, but still. I can hope again. For some reason though, today I am back to feeling anxious. It must have to do with the emotions one experiences after getting out of an abusive relationship that lots of people are writing about and explaining.

I don’t know what to do about how divided our county is and the 70 million people who thought Trump was just fine. Some people will grudgingly admit that maybe he wasn’t such a great human being, but their 401k’s are doing just fine, so … fuck all the people who are being hurt and dying (and I’m not just referring to people dying because of COVID)? Fuck all the rollbacks hurting our environment and animals? His support of dictators? Our standing with the rest of the world and our allies? His denial of science and all the repercussions from that?

I don’t know how to find a middle ground, especially when people have been convinced that the lies they’ve been told are true and actual facts are not. I take heart that Biden has had experience with working with people on both sides of the aisle.

But today I am anxious. Because we’re still in a pandemic and I can’t go back to normal yet. Oh! That brought up a happy thought. Look at Biden’s advisory board:

“Biden’s transition team on Monday announced members of his coronavirus advisory board, which will be led by former Surgeon General Dr. Vivek Murthy, former US Food and Drug Administration Commissioner Dr. David Kessler and Yale University’s Dr. Marcella Nunez-Smith. Other members are Dr. Luciana Borio, Rick Bright, Dr. Ezekiel Emanuel, Dr. Atul Gawande, Dr. Celine Gounder, Dr. Julie Morita, Michael Osterholm, Loyce Pace, Dr. Robert Rodriguez and Dr. Eric Goosby.”

Will Dr. Fauci play a role?? Googling. He will ask Fauci to remain! Good.

I was going through my library of photographs recently and I pulled out a couple I wanted to do something with. This was one of them. I just like it. It’s a view from my roof.

I can’t relax. I need closure! I’m a complete and total wreck. I won’t be able to relax until the counting is done. I wish I had some good drugs (which I can’t take, because I’m an alcoholic, but a girl can dream). That said, I got my teeth cleaned today and it gave me such a “the world is back to normal” feeling. We’re still in a pandemic, and I’m still being very cautious. But it looks like I need a root canal, so I thought what the hell, get my teeth cleaned while I’m at it. It feels so good.

I can’t wait for the day when I can get a haircut again. I know I could get it done now, but it doesn’t seem worth the risk. The root canal I need to address because pain. I can cut my own hair for now. Which I’ve done. And it came out just fine.

A Halloween decoration I passed by today. The message on the skeleton’s hat reads: “Make America Read Again.” (Thank you for the correction, Nora!)

It certainly wasn’t as crowded and insane as it usually is, but people were still out and about. They still decorated their stoops and gave out candy (in various socially distant ways).

The Tardis crashed on Perry Street as it always does. That building must have mystical Tardis-drawing power.

My favorite building with signs paid a touching tribute to RBG. (Sob.)

People were creative and fun. I almost missed this, but I look down more these days to avoid tripping.

The spider came down the Jefferson Market tower.

People watched. There were a lot more people than this but I would have had to stand in the street to get them all.

Families were out and about in costume. Mom and dad! Where are your masks? (I wouldn’t want to have covered up those sparkles either.)

All the outdoor seating was taken everywhere.

And at my last stop, where I got a slice of pizza before heading home, the Easter Bunny.

I bought a new lampshade for my floor lamp which arrived yesterday. One of my cats had knocked the lamp over a year or two ago and shattered the glass shade. New shades aren’t cheap so I’ve been putting off replacing it. I finally decided I could afford one and I picked a new shade, different from the previous shade because I never really liked the previous shade.

It’s pretty, and has the loveliest pearl finish, but I think it looks ever so slightly too big for the stand. I worried that it was going to look too small, ironically.

But then I look again and think no, it’s the perfect size. And I go back and forth and back and forth. Boring, I know, and probably the least serious problem of all the problems in the world to have. Which is, in itself, annoying. Why am I obsessing about such a ridiculous problem?? I think part of the problem is the pole holding it up is so slender. But the other shade was much much wider and I never had a problem with the proportions! Here are some pictures.