Stacy Horn

She would have been neater, I think. But this greeted me when I got downstairs yesterday. I thought it was sweet, whoever painted it. I think I liked it so much because I had a boyfriend who once spray painted something for me on the street just a few feet away from this, and wrote “For Stacy.” He was a sweet guy. (We are still friends.)

I’m re-visiting my favorite photograph of Finney. He’d recently had an operation for a urinary tract issue (that’s why his stomach is shaved), but I was also under instructions to get his weight down. This was the aftermath of trying to get him to play.

An Uncle died (not one I was very close to) and I’m on a bus on my way to his wake. I’m sad that he died of course, but I am going for my cousin’s sake. It’s hard to lose a parent. Still can’t get over that I can be online from a bus. Life is amazing.

And yet another view of One World Trade Center. (I told you I had a major crush on it.)

Last week I posted a picture of this beautiful white pigeon I started seeing and this morning there was a flattened dead white pigeon in the street. Yeah, I know, there are millions of pigeons, but I never see white ones and well, I loved seeing it across the street and now it’s dead. Sad.

And I must lift my hands to type this post! Oh world, you ask too much of me. Hurry up inventors so I only need to think this post. Actually, I just looked at the clock and realized I have to get ready to go swimming.

Three hours later: So I swam. A kabillion laps, and guess what? Now I am REALLY tired. I see that the inventors have still not come up with a way for me to think my posts and have them appear. And you had all morning.

I love this painted furniture. That reminds me, my apartment desperately needs painting. Ugh. I’m going to go nap. FOR TEN YEARS.