Thanks for the bandwidth, not fainthearted!
This month for NaBloPoMo, I had expected to do more cat homages, things that make me smile. I am going to try to get in a few more soon.
If you'll recall, my cat, Sad!e, died in March. She was almost 19. I miss her every day. She was a great cuddler, loved to sleep under my covers at night so I could be her radiator. She talked back every time I talked to her, even if it was just a grunt after I'd pestered her into talking too long. She was such great companionship. And she is still boxed in my freezer, as we haven't ventured to the taxidermist yet. My mother often makes fun that we'll reach in for the ice cream and pull out a cat.
The two cats we have now, who we got in March and April and which I have also meant to discuss, are fine; they're just not Sad!e. It is taking all my strength to not find myself another lanky, petite little gray kitten, but I fear Spenc.er would terrorize it like he does Memph!s. Spenc.er bugs me because he is so aggressive and playful, Memph!s because he is such a chicken who lives under the bed. But they are both very loving, very attached, and very loved.
Sadie's why I've kept as new on Bloglines these pictures from SOMC. They remind me of what Sad!e was like all those years ago when she fit in one hand.
I miss my cat. It makes my heart ache.
The real thing:
With that, NaBloPoMo is over for me. I'm proud to have posted each day. As I said before, I am master of the mundane.
Now to decide where this blog is headed. Except for the unused posts waiting to be applied in the coming days, should I keep with the routine blog post method with its requisite dabbling in the minuscule? Or should I stop sweating and writing about the small stuff and go back to weekly or twice weekly posting? Tough decision.
I once had an online friend who complained that I posted too often when I wrote several times a week, her saying that people don't have time to absorb and respond to a topic. I see her point and perhaps the way it worked on her blog; she got way over 20 comments each and they were spread out over time.
I am not so fortunate and eek out few, with half being my own anyway. I don't think my audience or their commenting patterns care to worry about absorbing my content over time; generally you respond right after it comes out, or not at all.
The same lovely people comment routinely and I could just squish you up. That's what I'm thankful for this month... People who comment and people who participate in drive by memes and stick around. Thanks for helping me get through this November. You made blogging feel less solitary.
As a result of this month, I have tried harder to find blogs outside the infertility community. The topics are so different and, in many ways, I relate to them more completely. To be truthful, I am in twin pregnancy overload.
Here's to new horizons.