Stacy Horn

I’ve been watching this building go up (the tallest one) …

And yesterday I passed it by on my way home from the Census. Wait. Where’s the crane? Do I have the same building?? Hmmm. How do I get through my days?? I like the “Others Follow” message. The universe is trying to tell me something. Other people have a poor sense of direction too? You are not alone?

A real time report of things I’m happy about right at the moment: So You Think You Can Dance starts up this month, I have a book contract and a book to work on, I have a purring cat on me as I type this, it’s not hot out, I can hear birds and trucks (I find truck noises calming) and most of all, I’M NOT RUSHING OFF TO WORK. I would have been gone for a half an hour already normally!!

I’m also happy about this very clean window. I couldn’t afford to have the windows cleaned this spring, but the one I sit in front of every day was particularly dirty and it was depressing me. So I bought a squeegee with a long-ish handle to try to clean it myself. If I wasn’t afraid of heights this would be less of a deal, but I can’t hang out the window. Or step on the fire escape which is right there and would make this job so easy.

I had to really contort myself in order to reach every corner of the glass without hanging out the window except a little bit. But voila! A mostly clean window. It makes me happy.

A man in uniform on a horse on the streets of Manhattan. Oh, that made me think of that great Old Spice commercial. “I am on a horse.”

So I upload a photograph and start to post and I look at the clock and realize I have to feed the birds and go. I’m turning into such a bore here!

All I talk about is how little time I have for anything. And how stressed I am. Ugh.

I posted this because of the Wendy’s. Even in the caverns of Manhattan, fast food joints.

But

I

have

to

go!

Be

back

later!

I talk to my cats like this actually. When I have to leave I assure them I will be back and there will be much love and kisses then.

I’m trying different catfoods for Finney. He likes the gravy of the Weruva, but leaves most of the chicken behind. I broke down and fed him some of the food he likes (but is allergic to). I need to find a grain-free dry food to give him as a treat.

I took this picture of all the people waiting for a train going to the opposite direction to where I was going. I was almost alone on my side. The story of my life, I thought. Everyone else going in a different direction than me.