How simple an idea, and how nice to do. Let’s see, what did I do in 2007?
January – Started Runagogo, which got a whole lot of people (was it about 800 by the end? Can’t remember exactly how man) moving 100 miles in 3 months. And I said on January 12th, "I would like to finish writing a book. There. That’s all I’m thinking
this morning." And Lala and godson Dylan matched:
February – Got a travel piece on Venice published in Curve magazine. My writing seen nationally in all major bookstores. WOOT! And I got a ukulele. I can still only play the same seven chords, but they’re doozies, I tell you. Went to Stitches, saw my people. Discovered yams are good things, especially dipped in chipotle aioli (mayo with chipotle powder, salt, garlic and lemon).
March – Taught a knitting class for knit-one-one. Almost got hit by lightning. Finished my 100 running miles and only just. And Lala still had brown hair:
April – Married one year! Great hotel, great time. Hotel with spa-tub. Oh, yeah. I told you what I didn’t want you to know, that Digit was dead and gone since February, and that my heart would never heal. You were wonderful to me. And in his honor, I adopted a kitten from the kill-shelter. Only I accidentally wound up taking two of them home, one of the best spur-of-the-moment decisions I’ve ever made. Willie and Waylon:
May – The freeway here melted! That was something. I got sick as hell with tonsillitis and it stayed. Ran the Bay to Breakers! Naked people everywhere! Run! The square foot garden started giving us things:
June – My friend Bob died. I rode on a freaking motorcycle in the Dyke March, a dream come true. AND MY DIGIT CAME HOME. Came back after walking for four months, literally almost dead. Wouldn’t have lived another day, we think. Didn’t think he’d live another hour after he came in. But from wherever he’d been accidentally transported to (Seattle? Vegas?), he walked home. Went from 17 pounds to 7. Back end wide with wounds. One eye almost gone. But he made it home. My heart lived.
July – My birthday! I already had the best present I could ever want. Held a sweater raffle, and you lovely people paid every cent of his HUGE medical bills, with money left over for Milo and Best Friends. He went from being the Cat of My Heart to the Cat of Our Hearts. I’m happy to share, and he doesn’t mind, either. Also, in other news, Harry Potter came out and my sister’s band, Knockturn Alley, made a huge splash in the Wizard Rock world! And I had my second tonsillectomy in five years. Digit and I recovered together.
August – Digit and I recovered some more. I Ravelry-d. I typed The End on a novel. And then I entered that first draft in the Borders/Simon&Schuster First Romance contest.
September – Camilla and Kirk got married! I rode my bike. I think I whined more than usual.
October – Was one of five finalists in the romance competition. WOOT! The Whoreshoes played Hardly Strictly Bluegrass, a great coup. I went to New York! Rhinebeck!
November – I won Nanowrimo for the second time, writing more than 50,000 words during the month. Saw my first Raiders game. Got bangs. Put up a Christmas tree for the very first time as an adult. (Must take that down now.) Digit continued to get better, eat two cans of cat food a day, and still maintain his grumpy disposition.
December – Mellow. Early Xmas with my folks, on-time Xmas with La’s. Found out I am allergic to soy lecithin. Saw SNOW!
So to you and yours, Happy New Year. Here’s to a wonderful 2008. (Man, I keep typing 2009. What’s up with that?)
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