31
Oct 20

Catober, Day 31


30
Oct 20

In the caldron boil and bake

Met three witches this morning. Not the double, double toil and trouble sort, but three members of the local coven.

What, you don’t have one of those where you are? You better google that.

The morning show was in the studio this morning and they brought in three nice local ladies who told their story and cast a protection circle and talked about one of their other coven-mate’s almanac of the witching life. You can apparently purchase it on Amazon, or pick it up at the library. I don’t believe they said the name of the book, however. The witches whiffed on the sales pitch.

One of the show’s co-hosts asked, inquisitively and curiously and politely, “How has this helped you do good in the world?”

The woman says “It’s helped me stay sober for 15 years.” All the answers that followed may or may not have been immaterial.

Elsewhere, judging high school news programs, emails, Zoom meetings, and so on.

It was a surprisingly sunny day, however. And after spending most of it under the warm embrace of fluorescent lights I enjoyed the walk to the car so much I walked a block beyond where I parked. This is what happens when you impulsively change your parking habits on a Friday morning.

But it let me see these leaves:

I suppose I was too busy wondering what I would do with my evening. There was no late night in the studio. No errands to run. No workouts to work out. What a wonderful feeling!

So I took a shower and started the laundry and we went on a walk around the neighborhood. Saw these trees:

And now the weekend is here. Full of so much possibility. And it will be exactly like every weekend since March, but still! The possibility! The freedom! The sleeping in! The fewer obligations! The laundry!


30
Oct 20

Catober, Day 30


29
Oct 20

Here’s your Thursday update

We were in the studio tonight. Look! Here’s proof!

Meredith will graduate this year, and then she’ll start her path to taking over roughly everything. She’s teaching herself the jib in that photo. She learns everything. She does everything. She’s going to take over roughly everything one day.

This was during auditions for a next semesters talk shows. We shot two full shows tonight and then ran three test segments and it was one of those times when everything felt like a smoothly-running machine. It’s really great when that happens.

It rained most of the day, and we’ve needed it. Felt unusual to reach for the umbrella. I had to remember which stick on the side of the steering wheel held the windshield wiper controls. It’s been a while.

And with that in mind we talked candy seemingly all day.

And I’ve now added candy to the list of things people will fight over with no provocation. Mind you, this isn’t about possession of the last treat, just your preferences. People have different tastes or favorites in some parts of life, but not in everything, which is weird. You have a favorite restaurant in town, and I don’t like it? That’s fine. Ask two different people familiar with the place where you should go on your next visit to New Orleans. It will devolve to name calling. You want to talk about plumbers or house contractors, any one will seemingly do. People really vie for selling you on their car mechanic though. Differing choices in candy? Fighting words.

This is me: you can like candy corn or you can hate candy corn. Do you have a strong, loud, vociferous defense about your candy corn preferences? You should reconsider your stance.

Also me: whoever created that seeding doesn’t understand how tournament seeding was intended to work.

Finally, one of my friends is covering this over in Ohio today.

There’s more good in us than we regularly share. Don’t let those who would sell you fear and rancor convince you otherwise.


29
Oct 20

Catober, Day 29