Stacy Horn

I absolutely and positively do not believe “everything happens for a reason,” but in a few hours I’m heading back downtown to the Municipal Archives (it was closed yesterday). Maybe something really great will happen today that wouldn’t have happened yesterday, and I’ll be so glad I had to go on a different day. We shall see.

It’s very rare to see a wooden building in Manhattan, but this enchanting little house is a couple of blocks from me. It used to be at 71st Street & York Avenue, (Margaret Wise Brown, author of ”Good Night Moon,” lived there for a short time in the 1940’s) and it was moved to Charles Street in 1967. They even have a yard. I wonder if this is the only yard in New York City? (I’m betting Dan knows!)

I agonized this morning about what to work on this afternoon, and should I go swimming today or tomorrow? I decided to go to Municipal Archives, and swim tomorrow. I get there, it’s closed. President’s Day. Who follows that holiday?? And it’s a close-worthy thing? It’s especially infuriating because I noticed last week that today was President’s Day and I briefly wondered how much a holiday that was, decided I should check, and of course forgot.

Well, these are what they call luxury problems. Sadly, I’ve been noticing more homeless people on the streets this year. Did something close? Or did some program change or lose their funding? This was on Chambers Street. All those plastics bags are not garbage, but belongings. I should also point out that it was 19 degrees when I took that picture, which probably feels a lot colder when you are outside all the time.

I’m slapping up a couple a cat shots. This was my Valentine’s Day. I was without a boyfriend. AGAIN. So it was me and the furballs. We had a lovely evening of guilty-pleasure tv and food treats for everyone. Finney doesn’t love Bleeck any more than usual, but he seems to have accepted the situation. He doesn’t appear to be miserable all the time, but …

He does assume this face a lot, which to me says: The minute you leave the room I’m killing him.

I noticed I’ve had a lot of “in my day” type posts lately. Is there a reason I’ve been feeling nostalgic? Maybe because I watched this video of spiders in Brazil and I know some day I’m going to look back and long for the day when spiders weren’t our overlords. Jesus. There used to be a spider code. It was understood that once in a while one would sneak up on us, rappelling down to get a good scream here and there, but this?? Not cool spiders, not cool.

This sweet dog was sitting so still my friends and I honestly thought someone had taken their beloved pet to the taxidermist. His longing was so intense and focused he barely moved. Such a sweetie pie.

I was watching the Fashion Police wrap-up of the recent Grammy Awards, and I kept hearing them say “on trend.” Being on trend is good, and if you’re not on trend that’s unacceptable, it seems. When did this happen?

I grew when being trendy was considered a negative thing. It meant you didn’t have a mind of your own, and you were unoriginal and boring, just going about looking like anyone else. There were exceptions of course. Some trends are great. But they were followed because they were great, not because they were the current trend, and even then people tried to put them together in a unique way. Trendy was an insult. When I hear someone say “on trend” I have to stop and adjust my thinking and register the fact that they just gave someone a compliment.

Also, their most hated dress was my favorite. It was a lovely fantasy worn by Kimbra (not sure who she is, I am clearly not on trend music-wise).