Stacy Horn

I’ve had a terrible headache the past couple of days. I still have it. But I’m sitting on the couch relaxing, with crappy TV on in the background, and I feel like posting.

Why this week sucks:

– 33 dead kids in Virgina.
– 171 dead in Baghdad, and that’s just today.
– The Supreme Court upheld a ban that will limit our abortion rights.

I’ve got a picture of Buddy because he’s just a big old sweet, innocent, leaf-eating (“bad cat!”) cat. I also offer the last stanzas from the Walt Whitman poem Darest Thou Now O Soul that Ralph Vaughan Williams set to music and we’ll be performing next month. He’s musing about what will happen to us when we die. I don’t imagine it as Whitman does, which is why I am posting his words instead of mine.

I know it not, O Soul;
Nor dost thou all is a blank before us;
All waits, undream’d of, in that region that inaccessible land.

Till, when the ties loosen,
All but the ties eternal, Time and Space,
Nor darkness, gravitation, sense, nor any bounds, bound us.

Then we burst forth we float,
In Time and Space, O Soul prepared for them;
Equal, equipt at last (O joy! O fruit of all!) them to fulfil, O Soul.

On a happier note, this new chapter is going well. Who do you think is going home on American Idol this week?

I’m supposed to go out to the Parapsychology Foundation today, but it may get called due to the rain. I’m waiting to hear. Can’t say I blame Lisette if she doesn’t want to drive in the rain.

The chapter I’ve just started is going to be freaking amazing. I’m telling the story of a haunting in Harlem in the sixties. The haunting part is mostly already written, it was the story I used in my book proposal. So now I have to research what the current thinking is about hauntings. It’s like I said in the proposal, what’s more fun than a ghost story? I wish there were more of them!

Breaking News! We’re postpoing until next Monday. Okay, so different day. What shall I do! The library is closed, I read all day yesterday so I need a break from reading. Hmm. I guess today will be: write and go to the gym.

(Picture courtesy of http://www.fashionologie.com/.)

I’m posting to see if this new entry wipes out yesterday’s entry. Crossing my fingers. My picture of the day is from what I call my Laze series. Here, Finney and Budd are lazing on the desk (it’s minutes before feeding time, and they want to make sure to remind me of their existance and the need for feed-age).

I’ve been trying to get a film of Finney doing this fall-over thing he does. He’ll be sitting on the rug, and when he sees me coming he literally falls over, like someone who has fainted. It’s not a nice, laying down thing, but a keel-over, collapse on his side thing. He does it and then flips on his back so I can rub his belly. It’s the cutest thing and I want to show him off doing it, but I haven’t caught him yet.

In other news, I just finished a chapter, and I’m thinking of treating myself to a movie, The Lives of Others. Everyone I know who has seen it raves. But I also want to see The Year of the Dog.

Then, tonight, I’m going to the Loser’s Lounge with friends.

Meanwhile, I am so sad Friday Night Lights is over for the season. That is such a freaking amazing show. And Medium is too. Love the middle child, Bridget.

Okay, hitting publish and save!

Update! It worked! Yesterday’s post is still here.

Testing again …

We upgraded to a new webserver and there were problems with my blog. I’m going to just blab for a second here and see if this works.

I took this picture walking through Central Park the other day.

I had planned to curl up in my down comforter on the couch today and read, but when I picked up my comforter from the cleaners they gave me someone else’s and they don’t believe me that it’s not mine. I’m waiting for a callback. I hope they find mine, because it cost hundreds of dollars. Lots of hundreds, and I don’t really have that now. This one isn’t nearly as nice and besides, it’s someone elses. The idea of using it creeps me out.

In other news: Sanjaya is never going home, is he? That reminds me, I have never liked Jennifer Lopez, something about her has always rubbed me the wrong way, but she won me over during her appearance on American Idol.