[I got the idea for this blog post from padme’s blog (and she got it from viemoira’s who got it from — well you get the idea –) and it seemed like a fun idea. This blog entry is constructed by taking the opening sentence or two from the first blog post of each month.]
This blogging idea seemed especially appropriate in the closing days of 2010 — especially since I missed Love Our Lurkers Day this year. I want to thank everyone for taking the time to read here during 2010, especially if you left a little comment here and there. It wasn’t an easy year, but it’s one I’m going to remember. There’ve been sad moments — the death of Alex being the worst and most enduring among them, the loss of Bryson being up there too. But it’s also the year I finally finished my Ph.D, the year I started studying calligraphy (on hiatus for the past six months) and most wonderful, the year Bryson was returned to me twice over.
Thanks for traveling with me.
January: Welcome to 2010. It was a great Christmas and thus far a great new year. Despite the fact I should really be working on my dissertation all day, every day in every bit of available free time for the next six months, I’ve decided to celebrate this year by taking a calligraphy class, something I’ve been wanting to do for at least the last twelve years.
February: No of course this isn’t about my dissertation (though no doubt that’s what I should be doing rather than writing to you, faithful and much neglected Reader). It’s about my first research love — which would be anything related to corporal punishment.
March: The other day I was at my calligraphy class, which is held at a middle school in Beverly Hills. When I came out I saw the following very cute SmartCar police car. It’s a real police car, complete with lights and siren. So very cute — and like all SmartCars it looks like you could pick it up and tuck it in your pocket.
April: No blog entries. For shame!
May: For those of you not following me on Twitter, I’ve had an amazing time during April (and part of May) which explains the radio silence here and elsewhere. Here’s my attempt to explain it all in one fell swoop though I suspect more news will come out as time goes on.
June: This story was written for the 2010 SSC (Short Story Contest). Go on, play along.
Yes, yes, you don’t have to tell me. I already know there are pages where I can go and look for “trending” topics, find out what words and letter codes are being used to discuss this or that. I =know= all that.
July: As I wrote a while ago, I’m bipolar 1. For eighteen months I was a good girl and took lithium twice a day — had bloodwork for it on schedule once a month. The drug worked, in so far as my mind and body were quieted by it. And goodness I slept well. But maybe it worked too well.
August: In an economic time when so many adult children are moving back in with their parents, I’m experiencing the opposite. My dad has now lived with Paul and me for six months. While he stayed with us two years ago for some months, this is the longest stint and one with no end in sight.
September: Paul and I got back on Thursday from our travels. Where have we been? Vegas where we attended yet another amazing Shadow Lane party. Northeast England, where we visited Paul’s family and I got to attend a wonderful conference. London, where Paul attended a counter protest about the Pope’s visit and finally Paris, where we spent far too little time. Through it all we got to play in hotel rooms. I feel like my mojo got a lot of love.
October: Today is a Ferris Bueller kind of day for me. You see, I’ve called (well, emailed) in sick to work. I am a bit sick — allergy eyes, ears and throat making me feel a bit like I have a cold. Mostly though I was aware I can’t be out tomorrow and was a bit afraid I’d end up really out sick if I kept pushing it. Plus, my mom is coming in tomorrow so today is likely the last day I can be home alone with Paul for a few weeks.
November: I don’t really have a question about this. I know I suffer from anxiety disorder, complete with panic attacks that wake me up from a sound sleep feeling like I’m having a heart attack. I also have manic depression (or bipolar disorder 1).
December: I’m going to try for 25 blog posts in the month of December. Why? No real reason except to remind myself what it’s like to blog every day. My promise isn’t to do the impressive thing others (like Graham) have done and try and have kink stuff daily. Much as I might want to, that’s not going to happen. But my promise is to try and write something every day.
And that’s it. To you other bloggers out there, come play along — it’s a great way to get a sense of the year past. I’m going to do the PB next. 🙂 Thanks to padme for blogging hers!