June 27, 2003

• All caught up…
  ready to go,
  I guess.

  
  

  As far as I know (haven’t checked my power animal Ursula’s webmail inbox for a few hours, nor the feedback log at KaiOaty’s Klinic for an hour or so–but even if there are more requests for readings I couldn’t get them done tonight, too tired) I have my work backlog all caught up… ooooh, except, that is, for carding the new batch of earrings I’m supposed to take in to Greyfox tomorrow–just remembered that.  *whimper… moan*  Okay, I suppose there’s enough life left in me to do that, after I do this.

  
  

  I transcribed Episode Six of the Adventures of Melody Andrewsdottir, Lady Shaman today.  Episode Five went up at Greyfox’s site two days ago.  This puts us close to halfway through the old archival material, halfway to the beginning of the fresh batch he has started writing, which is funnier than ever.  Mel’s fans will know that that means it is funny, indeed.

  
  

  I have posted the past-life readings the Old Fart did on his last trip home, and the reality checks that had been waiting for me for a day or three, leaving only a new past-life reading request waiting at KaiOaty‘s place for Greyfox’s next day at home, next week. 

  
  

  Probably my most significant work today, the thing that has been much-needed ever since Greyfox started working with me over there, which kept getting put off because of client work backlogged and my frequent trips to Wasilla or Talkeetna for meetings, was the new FAQ page for past-life readings.  Especially the strays from totse.com, who straggle over here to find their old ArmsMerchant, have been getting lost on my site trying to find him.  Now if they can’t find him, they don’t need him.  He’s there, with a couple of adorable pictures of the North American gray fox, reputedly the only tree-climbing canid in the world.  Cute little animal, my Greyfox is–and the gray foxes, too.

  
  

  I have also gotten Doug on task and kept him intermittently on task for a while, and have hopes of seeing another sinkful of dishes go into the draining rack before I crawl into my rack tonight.  I hope to get to bed before midnight, want to give myself time to sleep and restore the body and mind, get ready for tomorrow. 

  
  

  It’s a gig, my first in a long, long time as an inspirational and motivational speaker.  I’d probably be anxious about it, if I had to think of something to say, or make a speech, but all I have to do is get up there and speak from the heart, tell my story and let Spirit speak through me.  No sweat.  The big challenge will be to do it well, as I learned in speech class:  eye contact, a beginning, middle and end, project the voice, enunciate.  I can do all that.

  
  

  Now I have to go poke holes in little cards and poke earwires through the holes, and maybe print a new page or two of cards and cut them carefully apart… g’nite all.

  
  

  

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