Radiogurl a la Carte

Thursday, Dec. 15, 2005
The Long And The Veg Of It

Man... this day's been nuts. I've tried to update four or five times but simply haven't had a break all day. It's doubly frustrating because there are things I've been putting off for days, trying to get done but simply running out of time. Tomorrow is a short day - which pretty much tells me I'm going to have to go in and work either tomorrow night late or sometime Saturday, because Sunday M is coming over to help make tamales.

M and her family are going to be here Christmas Eve, too, at which point I'll be making a full-fledged Mexican dinner. We're talking enchiladas, chili rellenos with cheese sauce, guacamole, probably tacos and maybe chimichangas (though not sure about that one.) And of course the aforementioned tamales. (Yes, a week later. The tamales will be frozen in the interim.)

In fact, a few people will probably get tamales as part of their Christmas goodie basket from me. They aren't hard to make but take FOREVER, and most of the people I know absolutely love them. I personally can take 'em or leave 'em but I know my kids will want some, M's family will probably take some home, and so on and so on.

Yesterday's entry shows why poolagirl is the playwright and I'm not. I was under the influence of caffeine at the time, but no animals were injured in the commission of that slaughter of the English language. It was NOT an actual recollection of what I have been doing - just a silly diversion for the day.

I got a very interesting message from Mr. Complicated today and will plaster my butt on a chair somewhere and either phone or write back to him. Whatever I do, though, it's going to have to be soon, because I'm beat.

Also heard from my friend LR, who is again employment challenged. She's had a really hard time finding steady work ever since they shut down the Assinine Turtles & Testicles office where we worked together. I landed on my feet and more after parting ways with the phone company. She hasn't fared nearly so well, shuttling from job to job and refusing to get her happy butt out of the Phoenix metro area no matter how much it's killing her.

Her daughter's there and her two grandsons are there, and I do understand that she wants to stay close enough to see them regularly. But her daughter uses her for slave labor to babysit every other weekend. LR's health is already not the best and she simply isn't able to keep up with two rambunctions boys in a tiny one-bedroom apartment. Besides which, if she was living out of town a couple of hours, her time with the kids would be more judicious and frankly I think it would be more quality time with the grandsons, anyway.

Don't get me wrong; I love my grandbabies and love keeping them when I can. But even I have my limits in terms of how much I can or will babysit. LR has gone without food to cover her daughter's extra expenses that got dumped into LR's lap. At some point you have to tell your kids, "No," and make it stick. Sometimes my kids still need help and I still help them when it's feasible and isn't an outrageous request. But that doesn't mean I will put myself in the hospital to bail them out, either. I've done that once, and once was more than enough.

I'm eyeing the sky outside tonight; the weather service first predicted maybe rain or snow, then rescinded the prediction and just said a few clouds. I'm betting they actually got it right the first time. It's cold and damp and nasty and I do know snow clouds when I see them. Only question is whether they'll dump anything on us or not. Guess we'll see, right?

Other than generating a bill for my web work and maybe phoning Mr. Complicated, I'm going to call it a night, veg out and do pretty much nothing!

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 - )