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lydamorehouseIf you missed listening to me blather live on KFAI's "Write On! Radio" you can catch it in the archived files: http://www.kfai.org/writeonradio.
Actually finding the file is kind of confusing. You have to click on the archive for 7/20/10, and accept the terms and conditions. Then it looks like you got nowhere because there's a list of all the guests, etc. BUT, if you scroll down past the announcements you'll find a tiny little header "Previous Shows" and a reddish button for either .mp3 stream or real audio. That's the show. I'm in the second half. As far as I know there's no good way to skip ahead, alas. I'd say I'm worth the wait, but I'm not sure that's true. (I felt like SUCH a dork.)
People who listened live said I did okay, but I felt stupid to the point of being giddy and I'm disappointed I didn't get a chance to mention my up-coming gig at Uncles or Resurrection Code by name.
Speaking of feeling like I'm all over the place, I've hit the ground running for the second day in a row. I had a couple of birthday related errands this morning (for the little boy, who won't be so little soon. On the 24th he turns 7!) One of which took me out to the Maul, which is always insane. Then I zipped home long enough to paint about four more slats of the neighbor's side of the fence. The white house to the south of us is under new management. The landlady is very nice, but has an inspector on her to improve the property (yay!). One of the things they wanted done was for the fence to be painted, and since it's technically ours we promised to do it. But, it's a bigger job that it sounds because sections are quite rotten (it was a fence we got second-hand -- one of our first big house projects and like a lot of our first jobs, we didn't really know what we were doing yet.) So I had to replace a few boards, prime them, etc. All in between bouts of torrental rain and the roofing trauma.
I'm making slow progress on that. Plus, I just got a call from Steve, our roof guy, and I need to run back home because I took the pictures of the roofing process off the front porch and he needs them to be there for the inspector. Oh, yeah, and the gutter guys come today.
As well as a photographer from the Pioneer Press.
The only time the photographer could come was 3:00, which is when I usually leave to pick up Mason. So I very cleverly arranged for a playdate for Mason with his friend Ava, and Ava's family is going to take them directly to their place. Normally, Mason would be over the moon at this sort of thing, but he's been going through that phase I remember clearly -- the one where you finally sort of realize for the first time that things DON'T ALWAYS WORK OUT. Suddenly, the world become full of horrible possibilites. What if while I'm at school the Russians drop a nuke? Will I see my parents again? (That was my big one.) But for him it's what if ima doesn't come to pick me up because she's in a car accident?? Or, more strange to us, what if ima and mama just decide to suddenly leave me alone and drive away and never come back?
This new phase first presented with the latter question, which baffled Shawn and me. I mean, what? Why would we abandon Mason and, what, fly off to the South of France? I don't know if he overheard us joking about that sort of thing when we thought he was asleep (which I will admit to likely having done) and took it seriously, or if, as I now suspect, it's all part of this bigger nebulous fear of THINGS GOING WRONG.
I used to have nighmares. Mason, so far, doesn't. I wonder if this is just the outward manifestation of what my subconcious tried to deal with.
Anyway, I have to run. More later.
Actually finding the file is kind of confusing. You have to click on the archive for 7/20/10, and accept the terms and conditions. Then it looks like you got nowhere because there's a list of all the guests, etc. BUT, if you scroll down past the announcements you'll find a tiny little header "Previous Shows" and a reddish button for either .mp3 stream or real audio. That's the show. I'm in the second half. As far as I know there's no good way to skip ahead, alas. I'd say I'm worth the wait, but I'm not sure that's true. (I felt like SUCH a dork.)
People who listened live said I did okay, but I felt stupid to the point of being giddy and I'm disappointed I didn't get a chance to mention my up-coming gig at Uncles or Resurrection Code by name.
Speaking of feeling like I'm all over the place, I've hit the ground running for the second day in a row. I had a couple of birthday related errands this morning (for the little boy, who won't be so little soon. On the 24th he turns 7!) One of which took me out to the Maul, which is always insane. Then I zipped home long enough to paint about four more slats of the neighbor's side of the fence. The white house to the south of us is under new management. The landlady is very nice, but has an inspector on her to improve the property (yay!). One of the things they wanted done was for the fence to be painted, and since it's technically ours we promised to do it. But, it's a bigger job that it sounds because sections are quite rotten (it was a fence we got second-hand -- one of our first big house projects and like a lot of our first jobs, we didn't really know what we were doing yet.) So I had to replace a few boards, prime them, etc. All in between bouts of torrental rain and the roofing trauma.
I'm making slow progress on that. Plus, I just got a call from Steve, our roof guy, and I need to run back home because I took the pictures of the roofing process off the front porch and he needs them to be there for the inspector. Oh, yeah, and the gutter guys come today.
As well as a photographer from the Pioneer Press.
The only time the photographer could come was 3:00, which is when I usually leave to pick up Mason. So I very cleverly arranged for a playdate for Mason with his friend Ava, and Ava's family is going to take them directly to their place. Normally, Mason would be over the moon at this sort of thing, but he's been going through that phase I remember clearly -- the one where you finally sort of realize for the first time that things DON'T ALWAYS WORK OUT. Suddenly, the world become full of horrible possibilites. What if while I'm at school the Russians drop a nuke? Will I see my parents again? (That was my big one.) But for him it's what if ima doesn't come to pick me up because she's in a car accident?? Or, more strange to us, what if ima and mama just decide to suddenly leave me alone and drive away and never come back?
This new phase first presented with the latter question, which baffled Shawn and me. I mean, what? Why would we abandon Mason and, what, fly off to the South of France? I don't know if he overheard us joking about that sort of thing when we thought he was asleep (which I will admit to likely having done) and took it seriously, or if, as I now suspect, it's all part of this bigger nebulous fear of THINGS GOING WRONG.
I used to have nighmares. Mason, so far, doesn't. I wonder if this is just the outward manifestation of what my subconcious tried to deal with.
Anyway, I have to run. More later.