Stacy Horn

I was at the NPR studio recording a commentary and right across the street, in Bryant Park, is fashion week! (Month?) Kept my eye out for my hero, Tim Gunn, but no sightings. A lot of other people were outside, hoping for a good sighting.

This is where I fall down the worst, fashion-wise. Shoes. I just wear sneakers.

Pretty people!

A pretty person without an invitation inside, apparently!

She is making her case I think.  He’s probably saying, “Look, I’d love to let you in …”  Actually, I have no idea what’s going on here.

It was fun.  Then I learned there was a special entrance for famous people so I never had a Tim-Gunn-Sighting chance, alas.

Choir resumes tonight!!

YAY!!

I just realized I’m hungry.

Okay,

have

to

fill

up

this

empty

space

and

go

eat!

I’m

very

happy

about

my

upcoming commentary, though!

My fire escape was not full of birds waiting to be fed this morning, and when I went to the new bird feeder location there they all were! The food wasn’t almost gone, so they’re going through it a little more slowly, but that won’t last I’m sure.

Now I don’t know what to do. It made me happy to see them all there. They flew off the second they saw me of course, but I did like seeing them all again. Plus there were a ton more of them. I guess I’ll take it one day at a time and see how I feel.

Meanwhile, I saw these guys playing stickball in the street on Sunday. I don’t think I’ve seen a stickball game in, like, 40 years.

I’m not as nice as Weston’s friend’s mother. Because I don’t see myself keeping up feeding the birds now that I won’t get to enjoy them. The expense and cleaning up was bothering me, but it was worth it to have them around. But cleaning up and paying for seed without the joy of having them around? I can see myself getting resentful real fast. Ugh. I hate myself.

Before I left the apartment this morning I put a bunch of seed where I know they sit and then made a line of seed toward the new location of the feeder, but I was thinking I shouldn’t train them to find the new feeder if I’m not going to keep this up.

Maybe I should dump out all the seed I have left—20 pounds—in a spot where I know they’ll find it and leave it at that?

The cats lazing about now that the window-tv is gone. (I suck.)

They are sitting there, watching me, waiting for me to feed them. Based on my experience with them it’s going to take two months for them to find the new location of the feeder.

I am so upset. I literally had to sit down on a stoop and cry, but apparently there have been complaints about the mess and my super made me take my bird feeder down. I thought the shower curtain was working, and what it didn’t catch I was cleaning up myself every couple of days. But this wasn’t enough for some people.

I moved it to a secret location, but I will no longer have the joy of watching them. I’m also upset because the birds are going to show up in the morning and I can’t explain to them why I’m not putting food out OR tell them where the feeder is now.

People. Part of me realizes that their complaints have at least some merit, but at the same time I can’t help feeling like I’m living amongst of a bunch of mean-spirited Elvira Gulches. Just think about the nice people, just think about the nice people … (I’m chanting to myself). Oh! Like my neighbor underneath me who doesn’t complain about my cats who sometimes jump off the amoire onto the floor and must sound like bowling balls hitting the ceiling to her.