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Persnickety audio files and greyhound ghosts

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It’s Saturday and I shouldn’t be so exhausted. But I spent hours last night and a giant chunk of my Saturday wrestling with a persnickety audio file and finishing up the rest of next week’s show. These things happen. The great thing about working on a radio show by yourself is that you get to make all the decisions. The bad thing about working on a radio show by yourself is that you have to make all of the decisions. Good thing that my co-host and I don’t go out of town too often.

I came home and totally tuned out by cooking some simple pasta and watching several hours of Hulu. Haven’t done that for a long time: I’ve hardly watched any TV this summer.

And tonight, I have nothing else left for the blog. I’m going to go read, and sleep, perhaps dreaming of greyhounds. Deimos has been visiting me lately.

Sunday recap: butte, goodbye twins, banana french toast, the show, upcoming blogging events

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Sunday recap: Walked the butte for the last time this summer with the twins, made french toast with leftover and slightly undercooked “banana bread,” made sure the twins were packed and ready to go and said goodbye to them for the summer {boo!}, read a couple of sci-fi short stories, and worked on the show for 4 hours or so {laptop, back porch, with cats} during which the sky clouded over and grumbled quite a bit, but never lost its temper and started crashing things around.

(I also spent a few hours Saturday and Sunday at the station working on the show with my co-host, who is going out-of-town. I’m trying to get ahead because I need to finish the show up on my own and it’s due in a week—I think I’m in good shape, though, especially since I have time booked at the station tomorrow night.)

I’ve been thinking about what’s coming up this fall blogging-wise: Vegan MoFo (Word is, it will be October, but I don’t see an update on the website yet), NaNoWriMo, Reverb. Wondering if I’ll have time to do both NaNoWriMo and the radio show? NaNoWriMo (plus blogging every day, kick-started by NaBloPoMo) was really cathartic last year, especially since we lost Deimos that month, so I hope to do it again.

I’m going to attempt early bedtimes this week, since work is going to be just as bad this week as last, with early morning meetings, long days, and high expectations. So, good night.

Weekends are always welcome

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Not a bad day. Weekends are always welcome. I’ve had to work on the show a lot this past week because my co-host is going out-of-town soon, and this meant getting up and down to the studio by 9a today {a little painful, considering I almost always catch up on my sleep on the weekend}. I spent about 4 hours there, but we had a productive session, and since I’m usually not even up at that time on a Saturday, it was easy to fit in.

Then it turned out that the twins spent the day at their cousins’ house, which meant a quiet rest of the day at home. I was able to read some more Fantasy & Science Fiction stories from the current issue and sit out in the sun with the cats. I actually let three of them roam around the back yard at the same time, and thankfully nobody tried to jump over the fence or fight too much. Later, I took a big fat lovely 2 hour nap, during which I dreamed about my greyhound Deimos coming back as a giant goofy dog who was jumping up to my second story bedroom window to peer in at me.

Eventually, the twins came home. I worked on editing an interview for about an hour and then we walked the butte in the near darkness. We’ll only be able to squeeze one more butte walk in before they go home for school. Then we’ll be back to the every other weekend thing and by the end of October it will start getting too cold and snowy to walk the butte. I’m going to really miss those hikes.

Peaceful Baboons, Hitler & Animal Rights… My blog’s top 20 most visited posts of all time

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Since I’ve been blogging daily for about 8 months now (minus this day and that day), I thought it might be fun to share the top 20 most visited posts. Note, #20 is technically a Page, not a Post, but whatever. Here you go:

At the core

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#reverb10

reflect on this year and manifest what’s next

Core Story. What central story is at the core of you, and how do you share it with the world? (Bonus: Consider your reflections from this month. Look through them to discover a thread you may not have noticed until today.)

I’m a little self-reflected out. Good thing it’s the last day of reverb10. Happy New Year (thank the gods).

Reverb Recap:

Re-reverb: loss, ad naseum

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#reverb10
reflect on this year and manifest what’s next

Defining Moment. Describe a defining moment or series of events that has affected your life this year.

I’ve been putting off answering this prompt all day. Haven’t I already responded to this question multiple times in slightly different ways all month?

It occurs to me that I’ve been rehashing loss ad naseum over the last two months; a series of losses that has defined 2010 for me. Losing Connecticut, Big Kitty, and Deimos has taught me I can’t deny death, and that I’m not really in control. That life can be snatched away on a whim, no matter how much love or time you have invested. You would think I would have already learned this. From the death of my mom, 20+ years ago. From the death of significant relationships. From losing my step-kids. From the death of several cat friends, nearly 10 years ago. 2010 has ripped one big aching hole in my heart with a jagged rusty knife. The good in this: Is there good in this?

I’d like to think there is. I’d like to think that it has made me stronger, has made me more resilient. I’d like to think that feeling this way opens me up to others who are feeling the same way. I remember after my mom died: I was 20 years old, walking around in amazement, suddenly acutely aware that there were others whose worlds had just been completely upended. It was beautiful, in a way. Every moment titrated down to a drop of concentrated feeling. Ordinarily, we travel through our days, eyes clouded by cataracts, blinding us to the bright pain of our friends, neighbors, coworkers, animals. Grief neatly excises the cloudiness. Sure, we’re momentarily blinded by shock, but soon we begin to stagger around, arms outstretched, and as we’re recovering, eyes adjusting, we begin to see that we’re not alone, far from it. So there it is. If grief makes me more empathetic to my fellow humans, and to my fellow non-human animals, then that’s something, if only until I forget, again.

Rip off the band-aid, fast

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#reverb10
reflect on this year and manifest what’s next

Healing. What healed you this year? Was it sudden, or a drip-by-drip evolution? How would you like to be healed in 2011?

Tough prompt. I’d say writing, because daily prolific NaNoWriMo writing last month helped to make grief more bearable after Deimos died. Was it healing, though, or just a band-aid? Acupuncture, yoga, and one very tough writing session helped me to heal from grief over Connecticut’s passing in February, which had turned into bronchitis and pneumonia. Grief manifests in the lungs, you know.

Who knows what 2011 might bring that I’ll need healing from. Dare I hope not much?