Tuesday, Dec. 12, 2006
Point Me In The Directory of Albuquerque
Yup, it's Tuesday. Had to check the calendar to be absolutely certain.
I am loving the days off but now I have to get serious about getting a job. I know one place where I can go to work pretty shortly, though it's right up there with the newspaper in terms of crappy places to work. I just have to remind myself that it's a matter of putting up with it for maybe six months tops, then I've got more options because we should have two incomes again and MC will almost certainly be making a heck of a lot more money than I will.
Maybe for most people that's the norm - the male half of the family is the breadwinner, or at least makes the bigger portion of the income. But it has NEVER been true in my adult life. Even during the few short periods when either of my previous husbands worked, I made more money. They used that as an excuse not to work. (For the record, yes, I've been married twice before - once to my kids' dad, who died in '95, and once to a person my kids refer to as my "brain fart" and who I was with for a total of maybe 18 months.)
I'm still not fully assimilating the concept of a man in my life who works for a living. It's just foreign to me. Foreign as in an exotic, very pleasant way, but still kind of up there with the thought of being a movie star. It's one of those where you think, "Must be nice, but it'll never happen to me." Yet here we are, or will be shortly.
Still seems surreal to me.
Did I ever mention just how dramatically much that dial-up sucketh the big one? I'm uploading the files for a shopping cart, just for test purposes to be sure the thing works. And my lovely ftp program tells me it'll only take about 6 days and 20 hours for the files to complete the upload.
I told MC what I've got in mind for the boys' Christmas. I got each of them a basket, already tucked in the pj bottoms, and will be adding to each basket 1 loaf of homemade bread, a block of cheese, probably a summer sausage or something comparable, and coffee for the coffee drinkers. For the non-coffee bunch, I don't know yet what I'll put in, probably sodas or something comparable.
MC required reassurance that he'll be the recipient of a similar care package, hehe. He's addicted to homemade bread, not to mention the other goodies. I didn't get him any of the pj bottoms, though I haven't ruled out tha possibility, either. If he's like all the other males in my family, it's probably something that once he put them on, he'd want to live in them.
The upload finally timed out altogether, which didn't surprise me. So now I'm off to upload one directory at a time. Oh joy...
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 - )