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Wednesday, Feb. 16, 2005
Daffodilly Circus

It's Wednesday and I most DEFINITELY wish it was the weekend. I'm dead on my feet... er... on my butt. Youngest Daughter showed up on my doorstep last night, though only for a couple of days. She had a doctor's appointment up here, since she never got her insurance paperwork transferred back to the Valley. She was pretty miserable, though, and that translated into a midnight run to the ER here (justifiable.) It wasn't anything life-threatening, fortunately. However, I ended up picking her up at 2am and therefore was still awake around 3:30-ish, so once again I got precious little sleep.

My daffodils are blooming - and I'd nearly forgotten all about them! Last year, a little later in the year, we bought some potted flowers, daffodils and hyacinth. After the blooms died off we planted them by the front porch. (Around here, you plant things in the shade, even if it says full sun. Otherwise you have flower fricassee, come summer.)

I happened to remember them the other day and went to see if anything had come up this year, as this time of year in central Arizon is about comparable to March-April in the real world of the northern hemisphere. Before you accuse me of bragging, check back in mid June, when I am sweltering in 110 heat.

Lo and behold, I spied a thick cluster of dark green spears and buds just a hairs-breadth away from becoming blooms. That was a few days ago. As of last night at least one of those buds had become an actual flower.

Of course it's still a little too early for the hyacinths; they're still in the spears-of-green-only phase, but I'm still happy to see them. I suppose I should find out if I'm supposed to feed them. It's been a long time since I've pretended anything that resembles gardening and I don't remember a thing about bulbs. With all the moisture we've had lately, at least watering them isn't an issue.

I am easily entertained these days, I guess!

Got an email from a forum where I'm a moderator, though I've got to ask for an out. I really do NOT belong there. It's a board for young singles, run by a kid I encountered when working for an indy movie/tv studio out of Toronto. I like the kid all right, I guess, but that board is NOT my style. Sex is heavenly, but it's dramatically better when mixed with a little intellect, perspective and maturity. I've raised four kids in real life. I don't really want to babysit a bunch of barely-out-of-diapers whose libidos aren't yet connected to their sense of humor or to their brains. No imagination and no emotion, these kids. How sad for them.

While I don't really want to live in the 1950's mentality, I do think we've short-changed our kids and ourselves by taking such extremely casual views on sex. We now accept that sex is just a function of life - fun, yes, but no strings attached.

While we do recognize the difference in love and sex, there's not a woman alive who can detach her heart from the act. To a guy, if a woman says otherwise, she's lying through her teeth. She's either hoping that you'll have a change of heart, or she's resigned and already hurting inside.

Well, time for me to get off this page and back to work. I've got client XYZ asking for bill copies, client ABC sending their media buy, and I've got to install and figure out the new software.

Just another day in paradise!

Before - After

In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )