Stacy Horn

Relentlessly older.  Someday we’ll all be the kind of people kids will make crypt-keeper jokes about. Except it’s a reference that may be gone by that time.  Ha!  Like being that old is SO far away the cultural references of today will be wiped out!  Hahaha.  Right.

Anyway, I’m doing everything I can to make sure I don’t feel blue next week.  My apartment is spruced up, I’m spruced up.  You wouldn’t believe all the work I put into trying to sell my book every day.  It’s insane.  But it’s crucial to my future.  I’m also doing everything I can to fix whatever I’m unhappy with about myself, therapy, meditation, eating well, exercising, etc., etc., etc.  And more etc.

It’s all so on June 3rd, if nothing else, I feel some sense of peace.  Meanwhile, I still fantasize about getting a dog.

I bought the bird feeder!!  Karen, how long before birds start showing up?  Me and Buddy and Finney can’t wait!  I had to fashion this very crude way of attaching it to the fire escape, using a wire clothes hanger. I need to find a hook thing.  Plus I’m afraid of heights and it really took a lot to lean out and put it up.  I don’t know how I’m going to replenish it when needed.

While I was looking for a picture of the Isador Straus summer estate I came across this picture of the Wheelock Mansion on 661 West 158th Street.  It’s dated November 10, 1937 and it was taken by Berenice Abbott.  That’s Manhattan!  It’s like a beautiful, Jean Cocteau-imagined fantasy but it’s (was) real.

I know I’ve posted pictures of this house before, but I still love it.

Woke up feeling miserable, don’t know why, but I’m doing what I can to alleviate it.  I bought myself lilacs, went to my local library branch to find out if my access card can be used to take out books because I thought the idea of all the money I could save not buying books might make me feel better, (it can and it did a little) had a burrito for lunch and strawberries for dessert.  

What else can I do??

Finney just curled up in my lap.  That should help.

I have my monthly meditation meeting tonight, except I really want to curl up in a ball and watch tv instead. That’s probably not the right choice though.

We’re so vulnerable as a species.  Some of us are anyway.

Okay, I’m going to go figure out how I order my library books online so they’re there waiting for me at my local branch.

Except it’s on my other blog.  But I worked like a dog on this posting, telling this story!  Hopefully it’s worth going there to read. 

Here’s a picture of some workers, down at the World Trade Center site, taking a break, which I will now do as well.  All this blogging!  So exhausting!