Saturday, Apr. 01, 2006
I thought about writing in poetically-phrased prose. That idea lasted for oh, about fifteen seconds before it was laughed under the table. My brain is hovering somewhere between mush and nirvana - the latter of which, as I understand it, is a whole lot of nothing.
No insult meant to anyone's belief system. I don't believe in a never-after, nor in reincarnation. Heck, I don't know what I believe these days, except I think it's reprehensible to belittle someone else's beliefs.
The laundry is done and mostly brought in the house. I have all of the hanging clothes inside, but the basket of folded stuff is still in the back of the truck. Oh well. And I didn't iron MC's shirts, a little perk to which he's become spoiled. Again, oh well. If he wants me to iron them we'll have to get an ironing board so I can do it at home, because I'm sure as heck not going back to the laundromat today unless the sky falls and Chicken Little personally orders me there.
Maybe not even then.
As you probably already figured out, I'm in a truly bizarre mood. I fell asleep in front of the TV last night, slept on the sofa (my normal Friday night ritual, for what it's worth) but woke several times to fits of coughing that Nyquil couldn't calm. I have some Sudafed for daytime, but haven't taken any today because it makes me loopy as hell and I have to drive.
It's an absolutely GORGEOUS day out. The sun's out and the temperature's probably in the upper 60's or thereabouts. Normally I'd pack MC and the dog into the car and go driving out of town.
But MC is at work and I'm sitting here in a stupor from this infernal cold that won't go away.
Guess I shouldn't complain so much, and I don't think it's actually a cold. Some of the people who have caught this particularly nasty bug have landed in the hospital for a week. MC's just about gotten over his bout and I'm sort of hovering between improving and retreating. I'll think I'm finally getting over it, then with the slightest exertion it comes right back and smacks me down again.
I think I need chocolate. That sounds like a good cure, doesn't it?
Okay, just kidding. In reality I'm going to start working on potato soup for dinner tonight, at least in a little while. It's definitely a soup night. Potato soup with chunks of ham, and fix a veggie, and we're good. If I had more ambition I'd make Navajo tacos, which MC adores. Unfortunately for him, my get up and go has got up and went for the day.
There are some things that HAVE to be done. I washed the bedding so I have to make the bed. I have to walk the dog in a little while. And I've got to figure out something that resembles food, since MC, for all of his good qualities, is lost in the kitchen. He can handle sandwiches and can fry an egg, but that's about the limit for him, lol.
Well, I'm going to sign off for the moment. Gotta figure out something resembling food and go check on MC. He's been at it for about four hours and I imagine he's getting hungry.
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 - )