Stacy Horn

Remember the red shoes that were sitting out in front of my building?

Well, this time, in the same spot was a pair of blue sneakers. It’s a very tiny mystery, but still. What is with this spot and shoes?

This year the Fourth of July fireworks are on the west side!! I’m going to try watching them by the river, but depending on how many hundreds of thousands of people are there (and the heat) I may retreat to my roof. But I’m excited about what pictures I might get–of the people and the whole scene, not the fireworks.

We get Fourth of July off at the Census. We didn’t get Memorial Day, but we’re close for Fourth of July. I wonder why that is? We have a bunch of vets at the office so it felt kinda wrong that they had to work that day. Although I think they were glad and happy to have the work, so there’s that.

There’s a close-up below because I don’t think you can really see them in this shot, but this great building had the most perfectly trimmed little … trees, hedges (?) in the windows. Thank you fussy people in this house. They look great!

Finney update: He doesn’t have cancer! The vet gave him a cortisone shot and we’re going to give him another ultrasound in a couple of weeks. ($$$)

What is my plan for the week? I must consult my “to-do” lists. Let’s see … lots of work work work and the start of my yearly round of doctor’s appointments (just check ups, I’m fine).

Finney update: The redness is gone, but he still needs the pain killer.

I took this yesterday on the way home from work. Cops were everywhere (Gay Pride Parade day). I left early because I wasn’t feeling well. I’m sure it was stress-related, but I’m feeling fine now in any case.

It’s not too bad! My vet isn’t in today, and a couple of slight red patches near Finney’s incision have gotten redder. Maybe he’s licking the area when I’m not looking, except wouldn’t he lick the actual incision, so shouldn’t that be the part that’s red? I’m posting it here in case someone who reads my blog is a vet or knows one.

Finney seems so okay to me I almost don’t want to give him his pain meds, but I’m going to, knowing what good symptoms hiders they are.

I noticed people are starting to care about the World Cup. It used to be only the Brazilian New Yorkers cared. But as I was walking around in the late afternoon, people were getting ready to watch. This was the weirdest. This is a fancy take-out place on Jane Street, and they had set up a large tv and chair for people to watch. It looked like such a fun thing to do, even though I don’t really care.