Sunday, Mar. 26, 2006
MC to the Rescue
That's my story and I'm sticking to it, though MC might swear otherwise today. I'm actually feeling a lot better this afternoon than I have all day, thank God. Not up to running any marathons, but at least I count myself among the living again.
Thanks to the folks who wished me well. And just a note for dangerspouse: I can't voice your porn promos today because I can't even pull off an indecent whisper at the moment. I'll pencil you in for next week, okay?
Tomorrow at work promises to be an interesting challenge. We don't have anyone else to do the work so I don't have the luxury of calling in sick. I will probably ask our newsguy to voice the weather for me, because something tells me it isn't going to be possible for me, not even piecemeal like I did Friday. I couldn't have gotten out a single audible word this morning, even after downing a gallon or so of hot tea.
The weather has turned off beautiful; a little on the cool side but not unliveably so. My dollar-store tulip bulbs are growing, though they're still a while away from possibly blooming. I hope they do bloom and that the bulbs divide. When we move, I'd like to plant them in a bed, rather than the pot where they currently reside.
My friend M is embroiled in a familial mess. Her oldest daughter has a young child. M is tearing herself apart, because her daughter and the child's father have both decided that they don't want their little girl. M is getting guardianship but cannot fathom how anyone would just throw away a child like that. Apparently the child is school age and hasn't even gone to school for months. I'm surprised that truancy officers haven't gotten involved.
While it's small comfort, I told M that I would venture to guess her daughter's doing drugs. It's the only scenario I can imagine in which a parent would willingly discard a child like that. (Well, drugs or severe mental illness.) What's worse, apparently the woman is also close to delivery on another pregnancy. M is blaming herself, thinking she did something wrong as a parent.
I know M and her husband. They have been through hell with their children, but it's not because they weren't good parents.
No matter what any highly-paid psychologist or other so-called "expert" tries to tell you, there are some kids for whom good parenting makes absolutely no difference. They make up their minds to reject anything and everything good, and that's that. That's not to say that parents can abdicate responsibility; but at some point, everyone makes their own choices, for good or for bad.
All right... I'm done boring you for now. I'm still pretty drained today and still running a fever. MC did a run to the store to get some more tea and some chicken noodle soup. I think it's time for me to take advantage of the fact and heat up the soup.
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 - )