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Friday, Dec. 29, 2006
New Years Revelations

I've kind of hemmed and hawed about things lately, leaving more questions unanswered than answered. Aside from the deep-seated streak of laziness that hits me now and then, there are lots of particulars which have prompted my selective silence.

Let me begin by saying I have a job interview next week.

Yeah, I am starting a new job today; however, it's minimum wage here in town and I'm certainly not married to it.

The interview is for something a bit more realistic in terms of the actual job entailed and (hopefully) in terms of money. It will mean driving every day again, though definitely NOT the drive-a-thon I did while my brain was being sucked out working for the newspaper.

Second, MC's divorce went through, as folks here had already kind of surmised. I imagine the last name on Christmas card envelopes this year probably clued most of y'all in on the rest of the story. I had been single for so many years that it's kind of novel to talk about my husband!

I think if for no other reason than to keep things clear here, I'll still refer to him on this diary as MC. Of course that makes me Mrs. MC, or I guess more accurately, MrsC. Something like that, anyway. For anybody who doesn't remember, MC stands for "Mr. Complicated." His first name actually starts with a G, and I'm actually Mrs. D, but there are a lot of reasons I decided not to go there.

Confused yet?

Ahhhh, then my work here is done.

Actually this morning we drove into Bisbee to take some follow-up legal paperwork to the courthouse, heading out at the crack of dark. We probably could've left later, but given the snowstorm that hit the area last night, we didn't know what kind of road conditions we'd encounter this morning. (There was snow, just not enough to pose a problem.) I'm dead on my butt as a result, and may still try to sneak in an hour's nap before I have to leave for work this afternoon.

Yeah, I've got a job interview next week, but I'm mot going to dump a sure thing here in town - not even a crappy sure thing - for something as nebulous as an interview.

I'm also, unfortunately, nursing an earache that's grown progressively worse over the past couple of days. It's just hovering at the low "let me die now" stage. If it gets much worse, I am going to have to break down and do an ER run, at which point I'll be screwed. I don't have insurance, no money, but with a minimum-wage job will make too much (by far) to qualify for the state medicare program. I think it's my wisdom teeth coming back to haunt me, though it could also very well be an ear infection, courtesy of the cold that assaulted me over Christmas. That ear's never been right since I battled a really NASTY infection a couple of years ago. I don't think the antibiotics they gave me ever fully cleared it up, and the little bugs have been percolating ever since.

Considering that my ear hurts and my brain is mush, I'm going to go ahead and sign off. Go ahead, talk amongst yourselves.

Oh, but before I go, I have to include this moment of gratuitous groveling so I can become a recipient of the 2006 Smed holiday mix.

Now in case you're wondering, aforementioned Smed is a writer here on Diaryland, a father and husband, and a music-mixing wizard. Thing is, I more or less bet him that his tastes are so far from mine that there's no earthly way he could put together a mix that would suit - to which he replied with a lusty, "HA!"

Well, I don't know that it was exactly lusty, but it sounded good.

Smed is a walking encyclopedia of music that spans several generations. And I think he must've invented the word "eclectic," if his diary entries are any indication. Who else mentions Weird Al, Scorpions and the Beatles in one breath?

Okay, so we didn't throw in Mozart and Al Jolsen, which would really be eclectic, but in the genre of rock, he covers pretty much all the bases.

Again, though, we're back to that, "Can he do it?" thing. Can the mixmeister of rock'n roll build a mix for me? WOULD he do such a thing? Can he find that amazing mix of the sublime and the absurd that appeals to a former radio person who's become jaded to the whole idea?

I guess it remains to be seen if he's willing to take on such an outrageous challenge. Like Rocky Balboa, he's promised to return to this particular arena. Let's see if like Rocky Balboa, his comeback is a cheap knockoff of earlier brilliance, or if he really can prove himself the undisputed music champion, after all.

The CD is in your court, Smed.

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 - )