Thursday, Jul. 21, 2005
A Boob In Hand Is Worth Two in the Bank
Today was a very good day, for a lot of reasons.
The mailman brought me the new Harry Potter book. (Now I just have to find time to read it.) I got a couple of more glitches taken care of with the software at work (I hope.) I wrote again (albeit just a poem) and at least am feeling back in the writing "groove." And in the course of going through the preliminary stuff to get my health insurance set up, I found out I can get direct deposit for my paycheck!
Direct deposit is a godsend, because it means I can dump the local bank account and stick to my old bank. The new account costs me $8 a month, vs. the old one that's free. The new one, since it's at a teeny independent bank here in town, doesn't even provide an ATM card (among other things.) I mainly opened an account there because they're a sponsor for the radio station and they're more convenient than driving 60-80 miles to make a deposit so I can pay my bills. I had decided to go to (ugh) Bank of America, which I hate but at least it functions like a normal bank. Thank goodness it won't be necessary, after all.
My only added expense will be ordering new checks from the old bank, an expense I will gladly pay to be able to keep their services. Just losing the monthly checking account fees will pay for the checks in short order.
I also ordered an obscure CD through eBay tonight. While I bought the CD specifically to get one song from it for one show on the radio station, I wanted the CD for my own personal collection. The performer's name is Shawn Phillips and he was obscure even back in the 70's when I first heard of him. And that's too bad, because may be the most singularly gifted musician I've ever heard. I think the guy's got about a 7-octave vocal range or something along those lines. Just amazing. Fortunately for me because he IS obscure, there wasn't another soul bidding on any of his albums, though I'm also a little sad about that, too. If I have anything to say about it, maybe at least some local folks here will discover his music.
And as I indicated in last night's entry, I've come to accept and (literally) embrace a man in my life. My friend Lisa was applauding over the fact, though she was really generous and didn't point, laugh, and say, "I told you so!!" At least, she didn't say that to my face. Not yet, anyway.
Obviously the situation with T is still going forward and I not only okay with it, I've grown to like the idea - a lot. Yes, it WAS only a couple of days ago I flipped out and hit a rhetorical brick wall. The brick wall was inevitable. As I pointed out, I am a runner. I dash off at the first sign of any real connection. I don't love 'em and leave 'em because I never let it get past a strong "maybe" in terms of personal connections. (Yeah yeah, I know, I said the "L" word. It was a non-specific reference, I can deal in that context.)
However, running head-on into that brick wall knocked me down for a while and forced me to sit there and look and think and read. I guess the busted head was what it took to get anything through my thick skull. (And they say a diamond is the hardest material on earth. HAH!)
One more reason today to rejoice. I bought a banana clip for my hair.
Big whoopity do, right?
It's a big deal to me because my hair is finally LONG enough to use a banana clip in it. It was so dang short that it's been a process growing it out. I still get lots of tendrils that fall out around the nape of my neck and at the sides, but there is more and more that actually can be clipped up or put into a pony tail. It's long enough now that it flips up where it hits my collar - all around. I haven't been called "Sir" in forever. (Though admitted, with these boobs, when somebody called me "Sir" I have to wonder what they were smoking.) I was going to try and take an updated picture with my webcam, but the webcam bit the dust somewhere around the time I moved here, and I haven't bought a replacement. I have tried taking photos of myself with the digicam but it won't take anything that close in. I hold it at arm's length and I get a blob.
And don't even think about making a blob comment. Don't make me hurt you.
Boob comments are acceptable, as always. I guess I share a gene pool with Bette Midler because I am perfectly comfortable making fun of my bustline. I just wish I shared a money pool with her too!
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 - )