Stacy Horn

It kinda feels like the mourning doves vs the pigeons out there, and since the doves are smaller I can’t help but root for them. I’m not sure what to do. I thought I might out another cup of food or something, but then I realized, it’s not like the birds will politely divide up. This cup is for us, and that cup is you guys.

Meanwhile, the food from a truck business has expanded into waffles, except they spell it with one “f” and also offer something called “dinges.” I do not know what those are.

Minutes ago!! They’re gone now because the world is exploding out there like crazy (storm). There are five here you can see and one that is out of sight.

A day full of movies. How long has it been since I’ve done that? I used to occasionally spend the day at the movies. I’d go to one after another all day long. I think it usually amounted to three movies, sometimes four.

My future is just one big question mark. I have no project lined up, no job, no income, and it will probably work itself out, I’ll get a book contract or something, but right now I just have NOTHING. It’s scary. And when I look around for jobs just so I’ll feel better, that there’s a Plan B out there for me somewhere just in case, I find absolutely NOTHING.

Here’s a picture looking up at the Municipal Archives Building (where I would love to work).

In the picture below? I wish I had done a better job, because I just loved the artistry in this ironwork.

I broke down and turned on the ac today, and I’m going to keep it on tonight because I just want one night of sleep where I feel cool.

As you can see, the birds have finally discovered the bird feeder. But, as I suspected, it’s been torture for the birds and the cats ever since. There have been moments though, when the birds can eat in peace, when the cats are sleeping in the other room, so all and all I’d say it’s a good thing. I got some actions shots and a short video at the end!

BIRD: Oh! What’s this?

BIRD: Let’s get a closer look here.

BIRD: Okay, so here I am.

FINNEY: Oh yes. There you are.
BIRD: Eep.

If you listen closely you can hear Finney’s cry, which translates roughly to, “But I want to eat heem.”