Radiogurl a la Carte

Saturday, Nov. 19, 2005
Puttin On The Rinse

The next couple of weeks are gonna be interesting. This time next week I plan to be at Poolagirl's house in San Diego - or probably more accurately sitting in the audience enjoying her play. Nicim will be there, as will Findlay. It's my understanding that another one or three Diaryland folks might meander through somewhere in the same time frame - Bucket, I believe, and maybe a few more familiar names, for good measure.

The turnout for the play should be phenomenal - then again, the play itself should be phenomenal, considering the mind behind it. I'm already cheering!

In the interim, though, I have been frantically trying to finish up alllll the things I need to do before heading off into the wild beige wander. (Hey, we're driving from Phoenix, not flying. Whaddya expect of the Arizona-California desert?) Finish laundry? Check, including the comforter and shams. Pay a couple of bills? Check. A li'l something for our lovely hostess? Partial check, will be adding to the booty tomorrow. Shampoo carpets? Likewise tomorrow. Finish webpage so I can have money in hand before leaving? Check (and double-check, and triple-check, and...) I think everything's finally done on the web page now. If not, though, from here it's very miniscule stuff, mainly fixing minor typos and the like and making sure that the folks get their domain activated.

This is the same guy for whom I debated whether or not to do his site in the first place, because we had history together. Messy history, actually. I apparently misspoke, though, when I said he was married. He didn't correct me at the time but I've since been told he's single again. He's not the one who told me, so I don't know if it's the truth of just scuttlebutt. Meh, who knows? I just know I'm treading really carefully around him. I am not interested in a repeat performance of his walkout act.

I will be going Monday to pick up payment for the website, rather than Tuesday - that way I'm not doing three days of fairly long drives back-to-back. Of course, Wednesday will only be from here to the Phoenix airport, which is an hour and a half, maybe two hours, tops, allowing for rush hour traffic. I'll be driving against the primary traffic flow until comfortably past rush hour. Not like the five-minute hop from here to work or to downtown, but considering I'll be hauling butt into a city of around 3 million, not too bad.

I've been asked to quote for two more websites. This wasn't supposed to become a full-fledged business; but it's kind of heading in that direction, and a lot faster than I intended. I don't necessarily object, especially now that I have two people in the wings to whom I might be able to farm out a lot of the work. I'm strong in terms of graphics, stylesheets and general layout; they are better at scripts and programming language, which are my weak points. I'm not going to turn down any more requests for sites - aside from padding my own bank account, the other two folks could definitely use the income. And it's not bad money. I'm charging less than what most people charge, I get $40 an hour and people are glad to pay it - even in a state where you're lucky to find anything over minimum wage.

My place is a minor disaster area - gotta finish the cleaning tomorrow and Tuesday. But I've got to plunk my body down and rest tonight or I will still be sick when it's time to head out next weekend. That is most definitely NOT in my plans! So far, so good.

I'd actually planned to go see the new Harry Potter movie until a little while ago. Turned out that it was sold out as of twenty minutes before showtime, and even if there was another showing tonight here in town, I didn't intend to stay up late enough to see it.

My youngest daughter called tonight - her new hubby's parents apparently got over themselves and have now decided they're good with the kids' marriage, after all. All it took was my son-in-law shaving off his King-Tut-gone-wild goatee. I don't think I'll ever understand the rationale that says a young man's name is mud for getting married (without getting his girlfriend pregnant no less, in this day and age,) but he's redeemed by shaving off a beard.

My future landlady came over briefly this afternoon. (I'd use her initial but it's also "T" so that would probably confuse the heck out of everybody, including me.) She told me she was given a very nice recognition at work, and was the only one to receive the award who was taken completely by surprise. She deserves it; the recognition was for her part in spearheading a local civic celebration next month. It's a lot of work and she's been tireless.

She also was talking to me about the place I'll be renting; since she's getting a new washer and dryer, the old ones will be staying in the house when I rent. No more laundromats!! There are advantages to doing all of the laundry at once, but it's a godsend to be able to wash things when you need to, without having to traipse to another building - and without having to scrounge for just one more quarter to dry the last load. Honestly, between the difference in the utility bills and the cost of doing laundry, I will probably be paying less for rent there than where I am now, even allowing that my water and basic cable is part of my rent here.

Time to wrap this up tonight. I can't believe it's already 9:30. In reality I've been going almost nonstop all day, but it sure seems like I didn't accomplish much for as many hours as I've been at it.

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 - )