Stacy Horn

Barbara sent these pictures of visitors to her deck. I’m more jealous about the possum. Very cute. Can they be domesticated? And get along with cats?

My Pare Down Project is complete and I own a lot less stuff. It feels great! I’ve been putting things down on the street to give away, and it always amazes me how quickly it disappears. The last thing I brought down was a box full of smaller stuff, figuring people would look through it and take what they wanted, but someone walked away with the whole box, minutes later. Greedy!

I took this the other day, on my way to the library. This was from a major fire on Greenwich Street that destroyed Village Paper, a party store that’s been there for … decades at least. I’m pretty sure I’ve been buying all my party supplies there since I moved here (1982, I think it was).

Nothing. So what is wrong with me? I bitch and moan about all the unaffordable places that continually open in my neighborhood, and yet every day I pass this place by and never stop in. Grilled cheese, soup and a salad for $6.50. Insanely affordable.

I’ve been working on a major pare down of possessions the past couple of days, and I just got rid of most of my video tapes. I decided to save an episode of Twin Peaks—I mean Northern Exposure—the one where a pregnant Shelley wakes up and she can’t talk anymore, she can only sing. At the end of the episode she sings a sad lullaby to her unborn child about how she won’t be able to talk to her, and then Holling shows up and starts singing with her. He tells her not to worry, he’ll always love her and they can sing together, in harmony. I just burst into tears the first time I saw it. It was the sweetest solution, and it was just so loving and generous.

I thought, maybe it’s on YouTube, and sure enough it was. It’s still as incredibly sweet and loving as it was back then. (And I can get rid of another possession!)