Tuesday, Nov. 15, 2005
Make Mine High C
It's time I should've been in bed at least an hour ago, but oh well. I didn't cook tonight; neither did I have pizza. When I posted, I forgot about the dinner I was supposed to attend.
The local Humane Society holds several functions a year and one of them is an annual chili dinner, catered (all donated) by several area restaurants. The animal shelter conducts raffles, silent auctions, a 50-50 drawing, etc. I was surprised at the numbers of businesses who donated. Then I went to the dinner and was stunned at the numbers of people who attended and paid for their meals.
Meals were comp'ed for radio personnel because we helped with announcing, etc.
Well, that and most people realize that radio personnel are paid starvation wages.
The dinner was held at the local Elks' Club, which isn't exactly teeny. And the sucker was packed. I guarantee there were at least 500 people there before I arrived, and in the 3-1/2 hour event there were probably nearer 2500 who rotated through. I left after about an hour and a half. My friend M and her hubby were there sitting at the table with me. During that hour and a half we went through four more SETS of table-mates as folks shuffled through, had their dinner, bid or bought or raffled, and moved on.
Considering that this is a town of 15,000, that's a heck of a turnout for an event to benefit cats, dogs, pot-bellied pigs, snakes, ferrets, cockatiels and more, which just reinforces why I love living here. Despite moments of infighting and idiocy that comes along with the state of being human, overall this community genuinely cares enough to DO. And that's pretty damned impressive, in my book.
Besides, as long as somebody else was cooking, I didn't get an opportunity to burn the house down.
The food was really excellent considering the size of the crowd they fed, and free trumps take-out pizza any day.
Incidentally, the new guy did show up - finally - about five minutes before I was planning to leave. He had a legitimate excuse for coming in an hour and a half later than he said, and he DID have the good grace to arrive asking, "Am I fired already?"
I knew he was going to broadcast school in the Phoenix area; he'd been in classes this morning, in fact.
If you've ever been to Arizona, you'll know that it's not like the rural areas of the midwest where roads crisscross roads and there are multiple ways to get from Point A to Point B. Technically speaking, there are several ways to get between Phoenix and here. Unfortunately, all but one of them require a five- to eight-hour drive and a crazy, circuitous, winding mountain route. As it turned out, on the one highway that DOESN'T require a five- to eight-hour drive, there was a horrendous wreck that required a full road closure. It was at the juncture of TWO major highways, in fact, and nobody was moving in any direction for an hour and a half.
The guy apologized profusely. I let him slide on the time issue, but also let him know it was NOT acceptable for him to have just told me he was coming in when he got good and ready. I told him he's got to come in at 6am tomorrow and he'd better damned well be prepared to work his ass off because I've got to make up for two lost days this week and he's going to be helping, whether he's ready or not.
Even with all of that and the chili dinner event, I managed to get in to get my hair cut. Of course the only way to get rid of layering is to hack off several inches of hair. It's just about long enough now to graze my jaw. I'm still far from thrilled. About all I can say in its favor is that there aren't nearly as many layers as there were after Mister Hatchet Job finished with it a few weeks back, and my bangs are out of my eyes again.
And yes, Wenchie, I meant coiffure, not couture. Though if you saw what the last guy did to my hair, you'd understand when I say I'd love to have some darts. Though in this case, I'd like the kind that you throw, not the kind that you sew, lol.
Managed to grab a few groceries, get through the checkout stands, and get home before 7:30. And while carrying the groceries in from my truck, I caught the hem of my skirt on the stairs and ripped a big chunk out of it (the skirt, not the truck.) I guess it was too much to hope that the luck of the day had worn off entirely. The skirt's beyond repair. This is the third garment I've ruined in less than two weeks, darn it. Fortunately at least it was an old skirt. I'd have been sick if it had been something newer, on top of everything else.
Finally, I caught up on the phone with Mr. Complicated on the phone. We talked for probably an hour and a half and I told him I hadn't gotten his email attachment, etc. We've been talking back and forth enough now to have reached kind of a comfort level. Even if nothing else comes of it I think we'll be friends. A lot to be said for that.
I can't say the day was great overall, but at least it ended on a positive note.
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 - )