Stacy Horn

I envy the community of the barber shop.

I’d love to hang out in one of these chairs out front, or gossip with the other patrons inside.

Beauty shops are not the same. We don’t interact with each other there.

Well, no matter.

It’s a lovely day.

I’m heading uptown to the museum in a few minutes, MOMA.

Can’t remember what shows are there, but there will be something good.  

Maybe we can stop in a the Folk Art Musem afterwards.

It’s on the same block.

Maybe I’ll buy myself diamond earrings at Tiffany’s afterwards, it’s just a couple blocks away.

Okay, that’s not going to happen.

Park.  PARK.  The park!  That’s just a couple of blocks away too and it’s a lovely day.

We should go there afterwards.

This glee is because I’m playing hooky.  

Kinda.  

I have an unexpected free day today, so tomorrow I can do what I was going to do today.

This glee is also because I realized that it’s getting closer to the time for the best reality show on television:

So You Think You Can Dance!

WOOHOO!!

Life is good … except for the bad parts.

(I took this picture on … Horatio Street, I think, off 8th, just before you get to 14th Street.)

Good things about the weekend:  Choir practice, brunch with Dimitra after, a stack of magazines I haven’t had time to read that I finally got to, same with a bunch of recorded tv, grilled cheese and french fries, a movie with Howard and Sandy, (Knowing: I liked it mostly, except the end) taking pictures of nothing in particular again, pizza, the extreme thunder storm last night, Buddy likes the new food, browsing tv with the remote, hitting next-next-next like I had all the time in the world.  God I love that feeling.

I took this because I liked the low-techness of this sign art.

I would also love to buy myself something.  Do I dare?  (I have no idea when my next check is coming in …)  I passed these by the other day.  I have bad feet and so I’m limited by what I can wear.  I also walk a few miles most days so that further restricts my options.  

I try to make up for it by finding really cute, fashionable sneakers.  I wish these came in red.  I love the pink, but I know from experience that they won’t look good for long.  The black and white ones are too ordinary.  Well, I just decided to save my money for now anyway!

First, this is not the kind of sign normally used to indicate a movie production company is going to take over a block, but still.  This is the Sex and the City block, and we do know there’s going to be another movie.  It says the block is going to be shut down tomorrow, 3/28, between 8am and 4pm.  Just saying.

I just need to catch my breath, which I seem unable to do.  Last night I barely missed ending up in Boston.  I was coming back from DC, fell asleep on the train, and woke up only seconds before my train pulled out of Penn Station for Beantown.  There are such things as angels, apparently. And I hope they look like that guy playing Castiel on Supernatural.  Just looked him up, it’s an actor named Misha Collins.  That is one handsome dude.  I want to meet his father.

I took this shot I forget when.  It’s just another of a familar sight, the FDNY making a regular appearance in my apparently very flammable neighborhood.