Sunday, Mar. 11, 2007
Life Is Not Fare
It's Sunday and I had planned to be out and about today. Unfortunately yesterday's escapades socked me a good one. I'm wearing a knee brace today and keeping my feet up, though I do have to traipse across town shortly to pick up a printer from freecycle.
Yeah, yeah, MC said something about taking it easy, given how bad a shape I was in yesterday. I've taken it easy for a couple of hours and am now on the verge of a postal-employee incident. Methinks it's time to de-easify.
I'm also about two heartbeats away from sending Toby the Wonder Dog to the big whine-house in the sky. MC is outdoors cleaning up the yard and the porch here, and Toby is sitting next to me in his doggy bed and whining incessantly. (I said "incessantly" and you didn't, neener!) There are times - with increasing frequency, I might add - when the whining gets to MC, too. Toby's been spending the past few nights in the car because MC is sick of hearing him whine.
You'd think by now that MC would realize Toby needs to be put down and be willing to actually DO something about it. But MC is an American Voter in the making. You know the kind I mean: the voters who put Bush back into office on the conviction that someone who screwed up so spectacularly in his first term must therefore, by the law of averages, do better in his second term. Yep, we sure got an outstanding president second time around, didn't we?
(And no, I didn't vote for GW Bushwhacker, thank you very much.)
My brain hurts today. With all this inactivity I am SOOO not willing to listen to catatonia-inducing music this morning. I am a little more than halfway through the first season of Torchwood (thank you, Limewire!) and hopefully will be caught up shortly.
I'm one of those crazy people who doesn't use P2P systems to download music. Truth be told, I have too many other options to find music I like WITHOUT trying to find a viable file that doesn't risk viruses. (One of the few perks of being in radio all those years.)
Ack - gotta sign off, still operating Mom's Taxi even now that my kids are grown and no longer living with me!
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 - )