Stacy Horn

I was just reading how a conductor led a large group of people through singing the Ode to Joy chorus from Beethoven’s 9th. God, I wish I had been there. I know the joy of singing music like this with a bunch of people, but I would have particularly loved to have been with this many people experiencing this kind of joy for the first time.

Sigh. Can I go to next year’s Ted Conference (where this took place)? I’m always hearing about some great thing that happens at these conferences.

I took this picture of two dog walkers crossing paths yesterday. The girl on the right was severely under-dogged, but she does have three.

Whenever you see a bunch of helicopters parked in the sky it’s never good news. I took a picture of these three on my way to the Grace Church Archives. When I got home the first thing I heard about was Clinton being hospitalized, but I didn’t think that could be it. The part of town was off and there would have been a whole freaking swarm of helicopters.

Then I heard there was yet another transformer fire right where these helicopters were hovering. That’s like the third one in the past month, I think.

Buddy ate a huge breakfast, Sarah Palin’s numbers are down (thank God, like her if you must, but that doesn’t mean she is qualified to be president), and I’m heading out in a little while to the Grace Church archives.

A picture of my roof from yesterday. I love color shots that are mostly gray.

I installed the snow fort yesterday morning because I knew it would start snowing when I was asleep and I wanted to get it up beforehand to keep the feeder area dry. To remind the birds that a feeder full of food was inside I put out seed in a line leading inside the fort. This has worked in the past.

But this morning, when I went to refill the feeder, all the seeds outside were gone, but the feeder itself was still full.

The snow fort, however, was doing it’s job beautifully. If the birds would only discover it they’d find a nice dry place inside to hang out and eat. I put some more seed outside in the snow, but god knows if they’ll figure it out.

This shot is practically live! Buddy is still here, purring in my lap, as I type. I’m in a good mood because we now have a working routine. I have identified the foods he will reliably eat (Friskies, anything with the word “fillet” in it) and how to get him to eat a little more each time. Food/pills, food pills, it’s working for us.

Meanwhile everything in NYC has been cancelled, so play day!! I’ll try to get some good shots when I go up to the roof in a few minutes to check my bird fort and replenish the feeder.