Sunday, Aug. 27, 2006
Just Call Me Disco
The last two days have been consumed by a flying trip to Payson to collect the last of our things, clean the place, and high-tail it back tonight so I'd have a day's break tomorrow to recuperate. Because I start work Tuesday morning first thing.
Now that it looks like we're going to be here for a bit I'll clarify that MC and I are perfectly fine - better than fine, in fact, as we're currently camped out with none other than WildRosie herself. She's been a doll all through this and if all works out as we hope, our presence should also help HER immensely. If it doesn't, obviously, we'll clear out as soon as possible, but hopefully it doesn't come to that, for everyone's sake.
By doing things this way, we didn't wait around until we racked up a buttload of bills and late charges and yada yada. We should have actual cash money coming back from a couple of things (though I'm not holding my breath on the rent refund. Rental agents are notorious for dreaming up excuses to keep deposits.)
Rosietoes is an absolute doll. Our personalities mesh like a bunch of kids, and as I mentioned before, we're aiming at actually trying to help her, too. If you read back in her diary, you'll see that she's had some episodes with her health, including a recent hospitalization. With that in mind, she needed an extra hand or two, and someone sharing the bills won't hurt, either.
Obviously we're still in wild and wooly Arizona, though we've shifted from the wild-n-wooly north-central to the wild-n-wooly south-so-close-to-Mexico-if-you-spit-it-crosses-the-border. When I drive to work in the morning or drive to Sierra Vista to get groceries, etc., I will get a panorama that includes the mountains of northern Mexico.
It's amazing that I didn't realize how many people lived in this area. I'd been to Bisbee and Douglas, to the east of here - but not to Tombstone or Sierra Vista or Huachuca City or... Well, pretty much anything on the western side of the county. Go figure.
And while I didn't escape Arizona, I DID finally get out of
Hell Gila County, which I swear is cursed.
Anywho, I need to make this short so I can give Rosie a go at the Internet. This next few weeks may be a bit bumpy, but methinks in the end we will survive.
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 - )