Stacy Horn

Actually, not my best year for photographs, sorry! I got there late and didn’t get a good spot for taking pictures. Plus, I was tired. And my knee hurt. And my finger. One of my cats has diarrhea. I’m almost finished with a really great book, and I don’t want it to end. There was nothing good on tv. It was just a tad too hot out. Trump is still … I can’t even say it. It’s really hard to cut my cats nails and they are way over-due. The grocery store was out of the dried cranberries I like. The supreme court decided not to make a decision about gerrymandering, so, so much for democracy, and even pretending not to be partisan judges.

So please forgive me for the less than great pictures.

I’m an avid swimmer, but I would never swim in this pool EVER. There are no safety rails around the pool. Knowing me, I’m sure I’d find a way to accidentally swim off the side and plummet to my death. And what if some crazy person decided you were hogging space in some way, or some other psycho imagined offense, and decided to chuck you off the end? I don’t see any way to get in and out of the pool. Oh, according to the article “a spiral staircase that rotates and rises through the water provides access for swimmers.” Yeah, that sounds safe. What if you need to get out quickly??

Plus, I have a fear of heights. At the end of each lap, as I approached the side, I’d start to feel tremendous anxiety. So for me it would be swim-anxiety attack-swim-anxiety attack, and so on. I will admit it’s stunningly beautiful. Here’s the article about the pool.

It’s not in great shape, but when I walked by I thought, “I’d like to live in the top two floors.”

My cat Bleeck. He’s a good cat. He likes to curl up with me, but almost every time he does either Bodhi or Bali will come flying up to take that spot, even though they don’t really want it and they will jump down seconds after they’ve replaced him. Bastards.

I haven’t put up a “Dress I Can’t Possess” post in a while. Quick backstory: I live in a neighborhood with very expensive clothing shops. I frequently pass by windows with lovely things I can’t afford. Mostly it’s fine because I’m not really very acquisitive, but I like this dress! What makes it okay is I’d really have no place to wear this.