Stacy Horn

The previous box I was using was working well, but two things made it really hard to clean.  One, it was really heavy. It was made of this industrial strength plastic which probably made it durable, but HEAVY. And two, there was this grid on the inside, and washing the litter out between the groves took more time, and since I clean out the litterbox twice a day, it had become such a production it was making me miserable.

So I bought this storage box at Bed, Bath & Beyond, took it to a hardware store where they cut a square out in the front for easy kitty access and voila!

Downside: the plastic is flimsier and I will have to replace it sooner, which is a fair trade-off. Also, I made the kitty-access-opening too big and the cats are spraying litter out a little too easily.

But I will correct that in version II. I am satisfied. I should manufacture and sell this. First thing I’d do is make it in decent colors. I can’t get over the drab, drab, drab colors most litterboxes come in.

And
who
love
each
other.

Aren’t
they
sweet?

I just
looked
up
and
it’s
8pm!

What
did
I accomplish
today??

Not
a whole
helluva
lot.

But
I got
this
pigeon
picture
up.

I was walking by the Carmine Street pool (featured in the movie Raging Bull) and I saw they were filling it up.  Today I read that the pools are open!  I don’t use the city pools actually, particularly the one here.  I’m still mad at not being allowed to use the facilities during “family hours” which is all the time during the summer.  New York City hates single people apparently. Hrmph. Oh no!  I’m like a future-cranky-old-person sitting on a bench, endlessly complaining.

Update: I had to come back here and post that I am now a happy member of this gym, have been for three years now, and I swim in the pools all the time. They made the pool hours more fair. It’s still more geared towards families in the summer, which is fine, as long they give the rest of us some time.

This is a really good one, don’t miss it if you’re in NYC. It’s a battle of bands thing, Neil Young vs The Eagles. I’m not an Eagles fan, I have to say, so the battle part was pretty pointless for me, and with someone like Neil Young—for the love of god—it should have been all Neil Young. But the singers were so talented I enjoyed even the Eagles songs. My favorites didn’t disappoint, and my absolute favorite was the absolute best last night: Mike Fornatale doing The Needle and the Damage Done and a surprise second song.  I want to go again just to see him sing the two songs he did again.

This is Ellen Foley, who I also adore. She did Only Love Can Break Your Heart.

I’ve been walking the same four blocks every day for more than a week in order to describe them for this proposal I’m writing.  This is all for what is going to amount to four paragraphs probably!  But they will be my favorite four paragraphs I’ve ever written.  I’m trying to do something I’ve always wanted to do, which is show New York City through my crazy-colored-glasses.