Friday, Mar. 02, 2007
I have two more hours in Tombstone, then I'm heading out for an hour+ drive back to Tucson, this time for good.
Considering I'm already exhausted, the prospect holds pretty much zero appeal for me, but it's one of those unavoidable gotta-dos. I just hope I have no problems along the way and can make it back in one piece. When I'm on the freeway doing 75mph, I am always tense. Having gone through some pretty hairy blowouts and the complete loss of brakes a couple of times, I can't help being nervous.
My bosses here (manager and business owner) have been very gracious tonight. The business owner (as usual) was somewhat inebriated by the time he ambled through to tell me good night, but offered to help if I ever need it, no questions asked. I appreciate the thought, inebriated and all. I'll have to buzz back down here next weekend to pick up my paycheck, and pray it'll keep us going until I get paid on the new job.
I'll be driving nearly as far to work in Tucson as I was when working for the newspaper here. Hopefully we'll be able to find a closer place to live soon. Driving that distance on a rural highway is one thing; driving it through rush hour traffic is a whole 'nother ball game. But this time around I'll be making more money, to start with; and there ARE some affordable places to live that are close to work. So we shall see.
I just realized - I'll be making nearly as much at this job as I was in Payson. It'll still take a while to catch up, but I plan on handing money management over to MC. He's by far the better of us in that department. He's got a degree in accounting, for heaven's sake. Of course that doesn't mean he likes it. And it also doesn't mean he's not as good as I am about spending money in some cases!
I can't recall when we're supposed to hear about the paintings, can't even recall if I mentioned them here before. He's got some artwork in a San Francisco gallery. He emailed to ask about them because he'd never gotten paid, and didn't know whether or not they'd sold.
The gallery owner emailed back to say he's going out of business and planned one final sale coming up shortly - can't remember the exact date. At that point MC will get any proceeds and the return of any unsold paintings.
Much as I adore my hubby, he tends to be entirely too trusting. I hope that this isn't just a song and dance from the gallery owner, who could just as easily have liquidated the paintings a while back. Whatever else is true, MC absolutely does know art, so my guess is anything he selected should bring in a reasonable amount of money. (These weren't pictures he painted - they were some he owned, presumably from his days at the auction house.)
Oh well. Everything MC owns, or nearly so, has been sitting in limbo for at least several years. I am a lot more concerned with other possessions that mean more to him - like his dad's watch and like his collection of model trains, both of which carry a great deal of sentimental value. They're scattered between here and Holland and God only knows how much he'll ever be able to recover.
The irony of it is that MC is a pack rat, a collector, because he's lost so much over the years. I'm just the opposite: I'm positively spartan in what I keep, and periodically go through and clean out absolutely everything, leaving little more than my clothes and my computer. (I go through my clothing separately, and more frequently.) Our reasons, though, are the same - we've both lost so much it's a coping mechanism.
All righty then. Time for me to sign off here and get the last reports and whatnot done. On my way to the big city shortly!
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 - )