Stacy Horn

At every corner, there’s either a puddle, a pond or a sea. This is a puddle. If it’s a pond or a sea you have to make a split second decision—because there are tons of people behind you waiting—jump or find another way across.

Why haven’t I ever bothered to buy a pair of rain boots? What is wrong with me? Every time I see someone walk confidently through whatever sea faces them, without a care in the world, I think, “buy rain boots.” But I never do.

Everyone’s taking snows pictures and I’m no different. This is looking up the cop block (the 6th precinct is on this street).

At first I thought this guy was going try to go for a run, but then I saw from his shoes he wasn’t. Probably.

We didn’t get a mail delivery during our recent blizzard, but they were out there today.

This freaked me out at first, but they looked well cared for so I’m sure the owner was running inside to pick up something quickly and would be right out. In fact, yeah, they were gone when I came back down the block.

Negotiating the snow with dogs and … pellets of fire? Okaaaayyyyy.

Dogs in boots, nothing cuter. (And I love that the owner is looking after their poor feet in the cold and salt.)

I just liked how the snow looked in the branches.

And especially in one of my beloved ginkgo trees.

A meeting for today was rescheduled so I figured I’d go to the library and get some research done. I love the library! I love walking in the snow! Heavenly day ahead! And then I read this on the New York Public Library website:

Due to the severe weather conditions, all units of The New York Public Library will be closed today.

What was my Plan B again?

Oh, I know what I should work on. I’ve been looking for a job, one that would complement my writing and research, and so far I only found one that was even close (didn’t get it). But I just read about someone who writes people’s life histories for them and I thought I could do that. Really really well. Every time I’ve written a book I’ve had family members write me to thank me and tell me that reading what I’d written about their father (mother, sister, brother) told them all this stuff that they’d never known. I could so do this.

After going out to play in the snow.

Non-stop coverage of what’s going on in science, for instance, would be a thousand, kabillion, trillion, katribillion, times more interesting. How did we get here? To deciding that 24 hour news coverage had to center on politics? And why isn’t there a 24 hour Cute Overload-like channel?

I’m going to work on A Sea Symphony now. Cleanse my palate, as it were. This is a picture of a side alley of St. Anthony’s in the snow.

Yesterday, when it was a billion degrees below zero and I had no heat, and couldn’t shower, I was sitting at my desk at the end of the day, wrapped in a blanket and still trying to get some work done when Buddy horked up all over my white comforter. I cleaned it up as best I could, but it needed to go to the laundry and since I was without heat that meant I had to go to the laundry right there and then! Even though I had just done a laundry on Saturday!

Buddy luxuriating in the nice, freshly washed comforter. Evil.