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


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


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.

View from the top


View from the top of Pilot Butte on another beautiful summer evening. Hiked up by myself for once. We may have had a long winter and a short mild summer, but the days have been just right lately—and the evenings magnificent.

Pilot Butte - Sunset

Pilot Butte - Sunset

Pilot Butte - Sunset

Pilot Butte - Sunset

Sunday, my favorite day lately

Pilot Butte Moon

It was much darker and prettier than this photo suggests

Nice day, overall. Met a new friend and her kids at the park, where we chatted and let the kids play a bit. We took Ruby—she’s been kind of stressed out lately—she didn’t want to get in the car, although she clearly wanted to go with us. Once we got her in and down to the park, she wouldn’t relax and lay down, but seemed hyper alert to all that was going on. It’s a large park, and there were a lot of people and other dogs constantly going by.

Afterwards, we walked down to the river access and she waded in and drank some water and my younger step-kids waded a bit. Unfortunately, a kid accidentally let go of an inner tube and it came rushing down the bank and smacked right into Ruby. She freaked out, jumping into me and my older step-daughter, and pulling at her leash to get away. The poor kid was really sorry, but I was so concerned for Ruby that I’m sure I gave him the evil eye, immediately comforting Ruby and then taking her up to the grass, away from the water. She is now clearly afraid of all air mattresses and tubes, avidly avoiding them on the walk back through the park to the car (we had to leave shortly after that as she seemed pretty agitated). Poor thing. She’s always been a nervous dog, but she seems extra on edge this summer.

But the rest of the day went well. We hung out, baked some carrot bread in the BBQ (plus another loaf, later, in the oven), read books, chatted on the cool back porch, I mowed part of the very overgrown back yard, and after dinner at about 8:15 we drove over to Pilot Butte and walked up it under a beautiful harvest moon to the East and an equally orange sunset to the West. (I don’t know if it was technically a harvest moon, since the full moon was two days ago, but it was big, and it was orange.) It was nearly dark coming down the trail, but it was worth it.

Long stretches behind and ahead of us—of road, of time


A Year of Mindfulness: 52 Weeks of Focus – Week 22

Playfulness. Mindfulness Heather says, “I must reluctantly admit I’m more serious than playful – and I SO wish that weren’t the case. I envy those who are light, airy and carefree. While I’m not dark and heavy, I do take many things in my life more seriously than necessary and can see great benefit in ‘lightening up.’ … So this week, join me in NOT TAKING THINGS SO SERIOUSLY. Find joy in play and playfulness. Live life to the fullest!”

Sounds like we’re made from the same mold. I also take myself too seriously, most of the time. I find it hard to relax, to enjoy the moment, to have fun without worrying about what is happening next, what I should be planning, or juggling. The kids are helping me with that. Sometimes they are just silly, and it’s contagious.

My youngest step-daughter likes to have contact—she’ll grab my hand, poke me, tickle me, or just hug me. I’m not naturally an exuberant, huggy person, but she’s persistent, and she wears me down. Which is a good thing.

If only I could get rid of worry and guilt, and just live. I’ve had small moments, precious glimpses. But never for long. A glimpse: Driving down a road in Scotland, having mastered the other side of the road in the rental car, good friend in tow, long stretches behind and ahead of us—of road, of time. Exploring, no firm plans. New love waiting for me back home. I was alive in that very moment.

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


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:

Sprinklers + thunder = greyhound drama


Poor Ruby, she had a triple-whammy tonight—she got left in the yard for a while in the dark, the sprinklers came on {she hates to be wet}, AND we had a big thunderstorm. {My fault: she doesn’t bark, and it’s been so hard since Deimos died—he was the one who taught himself to bark when he was ready to come in, even though greyhounds don’t usually bark. Bubba will bark for her, but he’s in such a deep sleep half the time that I don’t make him get up to go out with her.} We didn’t realize until she started body slamming the door to the porch that she was out there and she was VERY upset when she came in. Poor sweet thing. She’s such a good girl and I feel like crap for forgetting her. 😦

Tomorrow evening we were planning on joining some other greyhounds in Bend for a walk at Shevlin Park. I know she’d really like that. But I’m afraid it might thunderstorm, and then she’ll hate it. Guess we’ll have to wing it with the weather.

Since Ruby’s been with us {she arrived around the age of 4, sometime after retiring from racing and living with a family for a while}, she’s been afraid of thunderstorms, fireworks, loud noises, raised voices, and sudden movements, and has always hated getting wet—doesn’t matter if it’s wading in the river, or walking through sprinklers or in the rain. Who knows what those early years were like for her, but we try to make her feel safe and loved now. She’s a sensitive and beautiful soul.