Stacy Horn

They’re not taking those home, are they? But maybe they are. Do people have ducks as pets? Maybe I want ducks for my birthday. Except no, the cats would probably kill them.

I read about a job recapping Bones on Craigslist. It doesn’t pay well, but I think I can’t resist. I’d be getting paid to watch my favorite tv show. What the hell!

This week I turn WAY OLDER. What shall I do for myself? I wish Super 8 was opening this weekend, then there would be nothing to decide. Lately I’ve had the strongest urge to go swimming. I probably wouldn’t last very long, I’d get out of breath quickly, and I don’t own a bathing suit, but I just feel like doing it. I wish I knew someone who had a pool.

Buddy, my beautiful cancer boy. He is still doing amazingly well. He was diagnosed what? A year and a half ago? And he’s still going strong.

It’s just too hot out there and I’m so happy here, parked in front of the air conditioner. Plus, helicopters have been hovering hovering hovering for hours which means some bad guy is being moved from one place to another, OR, is on the loose, in either case, best to hide out.

I’ve been going through my 2005 posts on Echo in order to describe what my life was like when my choir sang a certain piece, and I can’t wait until I’m done. 2005 was a brutal year for me. The Restless Sleep had come out and was getting great reviews, but my heart was also being so regularly and severely broken I didn’t get much of a chance to enjoy it. Also, Bush was sworn in for the second time, confirming my belief that my fellow countrymen are INSANE, Hurricane Katrina, it was just a awful year.

But all through it I was singing the most beautiful music. I go back through my posts and it’s heartening to see how I still managed to find happiness even while life was beating the crap out of me. So yay me! (Okay, except my poor judgement about that guy. I learned I am not always the best judge of character.)

Looking up at the sky through my beloved Day of the Triffids (gingko) trees.

They’ve been discovered in South Africa, it’s just a matter of time before they make their way over here. I quit.

After taking both Saturday and Sunday off, I feel like I really should work today, but come on. It’s a holiday, right?

These people were lined up to get on a party boat that never leaves the dock. It must be one really great party because they were waiting a long time, in the heat.

7:30am. After knocking over two pictures, a water bottle, the remote, and tearing pages out of three books, they manage to get me up to feed them.
8:00am. Nap.
8:35am. Butt check. (Caught on camera.)
8:38am. Finney eats an unidentified object from the floor. Could be a piece a food, could be a bug, could be a piece of litter from the litterbox, they do not discriminate. Looks up to see if I noticed.
8:45am. Napping resumed.
9:39am. Question posed to me by my cats via telepathy: Just who do you think you’re fooling by covering our meds with food? Because you know what? Claws at the ready.

10:55am. Nap Status Report. Finny is napping with full belly exposure.

While Buddy concentrates on the work-preventage position.

1:15pm. The cats retire to the bedroom while I vacuum. “Oh, we don’t want our laying around all day to disturb your very important job of picking up our hair.”

Time to put out the furminator. Mwah-ha-ha.

8:09pm. Went to the movies. Came back and someone had horked up a furball. But for once, they did not hork it up on the white comforter, their usual hork location of choice. By the way, did not love the new Jane Eyre.

I should have tried live blogging the cats on a day I stayed home! After the movies a friend called and we went for a long walk along the Hudson River which was ridiculously pleasant.