Radiogurl a la Carte

Sunday, Dec. 04, 2005
Happy Holidaze

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas!

At least, it's beginning to look a little like Christmas around here, heavy emphasis on little part.

Christmas Radiogurl StyleThis miniature tree wannabe is the extent of decorations at home this year. I didn't want to completely ignore the holiday but living alone and in such a tiny place wasn't conducive to erecting Frankentree. I hung a little tinsel and garland at work, and am humming carols as I go. I am really enjoying the holiday season this year. I'll do my actual celebratory things at my sister's house in a couple of weeks or so. My sister's birthday and my youngest son's birthday are both this month between now and Christmas, so I think they're planning an all-purpose shindig of some kind - just not sure yet of the exact date.

I'm also looking forward to next year. While this year has not been universally kind, I've been privileged to watch as several dear friends have followed their hearts to love - or at least to the tentative beginnings thereof. I've cheered them on, overjoyed at the privilege of witnessing one of the few true miracles we still experience.

Personally I've lusted and lost and come out of it with my ego and my humor intact. What's more, I discovered that I could likewise emerge with my heart intact, enough so that I was willing to try again. What happens from here will be anybody's guess, but I have learned that the emotional self-mutilation I've practiced in the past is not something I need to repeat. There is no better balm for a shattered heart than to discover that you can live life to its fullest even after a breakup.

The only sad part is that it took me 48 years to figure it out!

My friend M was going to come over today and we were going to upload light-parade pictures from her camera to my computer, then to my webspace. But in what seems to have become an epidemic, the cord to her camera mysteriously disappeared from her house. For once I am glad for the near-antique digicam I own. While it's been discontinued and needs special drivers (which, thank God, I saved to CD and to my webspace) in order for the computer to read from it, at least it uses a standard USB cord. If I lose the original I can pick up a replacement at Radio Shack or Wally World.

Since the camera project was out, M and I instead munched on just-baked banana nut bread and played three hours of Yahtzee, chattered on, and threatened to unleash another murder mystery party on the town when I move into the house this spring.

I haven't ever thrown a party for adults (well, except a baby shower several years ago,) so I plan on enlisting M's aid and we are going to go full-tilt with it. M was perfectly happy to become a co-conspirator, saying she adores the costumery and the excuse to help with this sort of soirée. If we're lucky, maybe it will coincide with poolagirl's excursion to rural Arizona! Diaryland's favorite pie-rat could be our sultry chanteuse, enmeshed in mystery and setting the tone for murder and mayhem and other such lovely activities!

Or perhaps we could hold the first-ever pirate murder mystery party. I wonder if there is such a thing... We might not create it, if not!

The drama! The excitement! The hors d'oeuvres! The light sabers!

Whoops... Wrong party...

Hmmm... I wonder if we could entice a few other Diarylanders to participate? I can imagine the lovely hissandtell as our enchanting heiress, draped in glittering jewels and raising a toast to the opening of a 1920's cinema. Perhaps arc-angel666 could be the grand inspector who's assigned to uncover the perpetrator of the ghastly deed(s). Mayhaps chaosdaily would be the spy - is she a double agent? Is she on our side? Their side?

Nicim and bluemeany could be identical twins separated at birth, one good and one evil. Who knows which would be which? (And yes, naturally Findlay would be invited, too, if his life allows.)

And d-manz could be the pastry chef and lothario, accompanied by his midget accomplice who almost looks like a real little girl.

It sounds like a pretty good excuse for a Diaryland convention to me!

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 - )