Stacy Horn

I met a friend for lunch at the Chelsea Market yesterday and there was dough EVERYWHERE. Seriously, that place is full of bakeries, and a couple of them give you a window into the baking process.  The truth is, I don’t have a serious sweet tooth, although I do enjoy desserts, like anyone.  But I’m just as happy with an orange.

So, what’s up for today?  Oh, I’m doing this thing at the New York Public Library tonight.  Should be fun. Plus, I meeting with my agent to discuss my next book!

One of the goals of my yearly Spring Cleaning is to de-clutter.  For instance, every year I try to ruthlessly go through all my books and give away the ones I know I will never get around to reading.  This year I plan to include books I will never re-read.  So the picture below is like a “before” shot.  I’m also going to try to pare down the knick-knacks on all my shelves.

Actually, this doesn’t look too bad, does it?

Karen (not my sister-in-law Karen, but Karen in North Carolina) sent me this great, GREAT picture and said it was okay to post it.  She also explained that my monster robin might be one of “a subspecies of American Robins that come from the Canadian region of Labrador that are larger than normal.”  

Karen does this great blog called Birds and Buckeyes in Greensboro, that is so worth visiting. She also suggested getting a bird feeder for my fire escape, which is something I’ve wanted to do for a while.  I’ve hesitated for a couple of reasons.  One, I wasn’t sure it if might actually be a form of cat torture, and two, I didn’t know which to buy, and three, I heard squirrels and rats end up feeding from them and scaring away the birds.  Now I want to work this out after looking at Karen’s pictures.

This is the kind of picture you get, alas, when I am too lazy to get up.  I’m sitting with my coffee, relaxing, and well, here’s Buddy, also taking it easy.  Hey Bud.

Wasn’t the last Bones a great, great episode??  It just popped into my head.

Unless I misunderstood, I learned in a lecture today that Buddhists say animals don’t have consciousness. Oh well.  So much for that.  Unless I misunderstood, which is so entirely possible. A little bit of googling seems to indicate that I might have.  I hope a Buddhist weighs in.  

In the meantime, I give you this guy.  Please note the endearing tiny leg splayage to body ratio.