Wednesday, Jul. 06, 2005
Obligatory Midweek Ramble
Tomorrow's Thursday - which I take to be a good thing. I think. I'm way due for the weekend. (Yes, I know that's atrocious grammar. Tough noogies, I'm not in the mood to play English teacher and y'all already know I know the difference.)
I finally got the phone working at work, and the fax and the computer and printer. Boss put in our boom for the main mike, finally. Using a desktop mic stand while on the air SUCKS. You have to lean forward so far you cut off your air supply, which makes for a WONDERFUL voice quality, I have to tell you!
Oh yes, Radiogurl remains in the snark zone tonight, albeit less so than a couple of nights ago.
No, I don't feel guilty for checking out T. I am predominantly checking out the things that are crucial to me, like whether he's married or a convicted sex offender, etc - and he told me more about himself, too, opened up a little because I think he knew I was getting skittish. For some perverse reason he figures that's a bad idea. We'll see where things go next.
Still no clue who phoned me last night but I'm not going to come unglued about it. If it was one of my kids, they'd have called back by now.
I wrote a poem tonight - pathetic, but at least I'm writing again, sort of. (I don't consider poetry to be "writing," not for me. It's not my mainstay. It's merely a diversion.) I really want to get writing again. Unfortunately my muse is off playing the kazoo in Iceland. I think she got muse-napped by that darned girl in the swan dress. What's her name? Oh yeah - Bjork.
Work ended up going later than I planned and I realized late tonight that I missed making an important phone call. Ugh... Will have to do that tomorrow and hope I can catch the guy.
Youngest Son asked me to come to the Valley this weekend. He said he wants to rebuild our family, that we're too far-flung, everyone doing their own thing. Well yeah; that's part of growing up. But I'm okay with doing a little togetherness long as it doesn't entail one or more of the kids moving back in with me. Much as I love my children, I cannot stand it when we're living under the same roof.
Now, whether or not I actually *go* this weekend will depend on whether or not I have the gas money to drive down, which is dubious at the moment. I kept thinking I was okay, then kept finding more bills I needed to pay. Fortunately most of them are small bills, but still...
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 - )