Stacy Horn

There’s a scene in almost every film version of A Christmas Carol where Tiny Tim looks in a window at all the toys he can’t have. Luckily, I’m not particularly acquisitive, but sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be able to buy anything I wanted. (For the record, I do not want anything in this window. Alright, maybe one of those cupcakes, except they’re not real.)

I walk around and it’s window after window of beautiful things, and beautiful apartments with libraries and chandeliers and grand pianos, and I’m human, and I have an imagination. What would it be like??

It’s hopeless. Part of the problem is, Bleeck loves to do this full-body-glom-on-Finney thing. He leaps onto Finney’s back, wraps his legs around Finn’s belly, and will not let go. He looks like a bizarro kitten-cape. An evil kitten-cape, because he’s biting Finn’s neck the whole time. I’m sure he isn’t hurting him, or at least not terribly. He does a similar thing to my arms and legs. The funniest thing is he purrs the entire time he’s doing it. I’m so happy, chew, chew, chew, this is the best, purr, purr, purr, mwah-ha-ha.

So when I walk into the bedroom I think Finney’s expression means, “Save me.”

Feeding time. Bleeck has to have all the food, of course. I should separate them, but Finney eats a few bites at a time, rests, eats some more. I’d have to separate them for a long time which would make both cats miserable. Each cat quickly gets bored with whichever room they’re in and they like to roam.

This is me attempting a mini-separation. Bleeck’s food was in the kitchen, and Finney’s food was on the … couch? Good lord, what was I thinking?

I’m afraid my experience is going to turn others off to getting a dental implant. But if you do the research, an implant is the best long term solution. I also realize this post is boring if you’re not considering getting an implant, so I’m writing for those people only.

Quick recap: I broke one of my two large front teeth when I was nine, and I’ve been wearing a cap ever since. There’s also been steady bone loss ever since, which included the small tooth next to it. Those two teeth were pulled last year, I got a bone graft which didn’t take, and I just had a second graft last month. Now I have to wait six months for it to heal and to see if the second graft took, and if it did I can proceed with the implant.

Please keep in mind that my situation is more involved than most, and that’s for two reasons. One, it involves a large area, so it was a BIG bone graft. Two, it’s the very front, everything they do shows. So for aesthetic reasons they have to be very careful and precise about every step. The first bone graft failed due to the mesh covering the graft. It was made of a new material that didn’t do the job. If you’re doing this, don’t go for the experimental mesh.

My impressions of the dental implant process so far: The tooth pulling was fine, the bone grafts are more of an ordeal. There’s a lot of swelling, and it takes a long time to heal. When you compare it to genuine life trials and tribulations it’s nothing, but I thought I should be honest and not represent it as a piece of cake. Due to the swelling, (and it’s now three weeks later) my face looks a little off and my smile is just plain weird. I think it took three months last time for my face to go back to normal. Not that I look hideous, just a little off. Again: my bone grafts involved a large area. This is not going to be everyone’s experience.

Actually, if you look at my author photo up there on the right, that was taken three months after my first graft. My smile still looked weird, hence the closed mouth smile. But other than that my face was back to normal.

My true Veterans Day Parade-crushes, the men and women in fur.

I went to the Veteran’s Day Parade up 5th Avenue. As many pictures I’ve included here, many many more didn’t come out well. I really have to get my camera in for repair. Camera troubles aside, it was a perfect day for a parade, and there was a great turn-out, thank God. I remember not a few heart-breaking years when there was almost no one there to cheer on the vets.

The guy on the left was my parade crush. I always develop a crush on someone at the parade. He was wearing a wedding ring, so it was just a fantasy crush! But I talked to him briefly. A reporter was asking him questions, but she didn’t follow up on some of his most interesting answers. So I delved a little deeper myself, and his responses gave me an idea for a book.

Here is my parade-crush forsaking me for the pretty girl dressed in a flag and draped in a flag.

Note to self: Do not mess with the 25th Infantry Division.

I really really wish I had shot more video during the hurricane. I went down to Washington Street, which was flooded. Why didn’t I turn on the movie setting?? LoSAH. Anyway, here’s a couple of minutes of darkness. Okay, not my finest effort, but something to look at while you sip your coffee. And eat your crumpets. Because everybody in the world gets crumpets except for me. By the way, what’s a crumpet?