Stacy Horn

It’s not that cold out, but my hands were dying out there. I don’t like to wear gloves, and usually I can get away with it, but my hands were aching! I had to keep sticking them in my pockets. I didn’t get the shot, alas, but this is from the roof.

Looking up 11th Street towards Hudson.

People hailing cabs! It was so weird to hear someone call “taxi,” because I hadn’t seen any cars until that point.

And this is my block. It looks like it’s not snowing, but it must have been something about the exposure because check it out …

I took this at the same time. Weird, right?

Oh wait, Cara, it probably hit you already? I can’t wait. I just need to run out for a few supplies and I’m set.

These trees were just laying on the street yesterday where for the past few weeks there’s been a Christmas tree stand. I’m guessing it wasn’t worth hauling them back to wherever they came from and the seller left them on the street for whoever wanted to take them. Those trees on the right are pretty huge.

I just read Dick Cavett’s Christmas commentary, and it made me think of one of my favorite Christmas stories, Truman Capote’s “A Christmas Memory.” It’s a beautiful, but ultimately terribly sad story. It’s so evocative of love and something else I can’t quite name, something important, something that we lose, that I endure the price of sadness and usually read it every year. I really recommend it if you’ve never read it.

Then I remembered that I had decided that this year I had to come up with new Christmas traditions, that Christmas was not the same and I needed to change with it. It hasn’t been the same for a long time, but I refuse to let go.

I couldn’t think of anything though. Go away every Christmas? Do some charitable act? Maybe I will think of something next year.

Someone decorated the poles holding up this scaffolding. Good job, someone.

I just finished watching Mister Magoo’s Christmas Carol. Up next, the Alastair Sim version! Which reminds me. Someone sent me these CD’s a few years ago. It was an anonymous gift and I’ve always wondered who it was. It was very thoughtful.

I came home this afternoon and there were paramedics parked on my block.

They came back empty-handed which could be good, could be bad. Maybe the person was fine. Or maybe they were beyond help. I hope they were fine.

Yay!! Here it is. Life is good.

AND, I just finished watching this show about John Wilkes Booth and the controversy about whether or not he died in that barn. It was quite interesting! But it ends with a question mark. They’d petitioned to have the body of Edwin Booth exhumed so dna tests could be performed and then compared to the fragments they have of Booth’s body. They’d also have to get permission to do dna analysis of those fragments, and the show ends with no answer about whether or not they got permission for either. So I google it and learn that they’re half way there!! Article here. Although, since then I’ve read more about the controversy and they left out some information that makes it seem less likely that Booth survived.

I took this last night. This restaurant had chairs set up outside. Who would choose to sit outside??