Saturday, Nov. 06, 2004
Bookworm Rides Again
How can it already be Saturday night? It was just Friday a few minutes ago!
Ah, well, I got part of the things done this weekend that I set out to accomplish. I made two trips to the dump and cleared out all of the accumulated garbage, including some large boxes and whatnot that had been here for a while. I didn't get to the laundromat as planned, so I'll have to do that tomorrow. Youngest Daughter is at her sister's house for the night, driving 00 crazy instead of me. Only Youngest Daughter just got back and demanded to borrow my digicam. She wanted a new picture for her profile on God only knows what Internet site. And she had the audacity to whine to me that I needed to buy her a computer of her own. Fortunately for her, she left again so I didn't have to kill her where she stood.
I did get my bedroom cleaned, changed the bedding, got the dishes done and picked up a few odds and ends in the living room. After a day of domesticity, I am now planning to immerse myself in reading for the night. I have the remainder of Coldheart Canyon to read (the Clive Barker book I bought while in Tucson a couple of weekends ago) and then on to the DaVinci Code. (Yay!)
How positively decadent! Not one, but TWO books, and I am going to curl up in bed early, the kid gone, and the house clean. A couple of weekends like this and I might actually feel human again!
Oh... And on top of everything else, I did manage to get in and get my hair cut. It is still short, but it will only be a couple of more cuts until it's all one length and I can let it grow on out from there. The way it's cut now, I should be able to let it go pretty much to chin length before needing another trim. Hallelujah for that. Things are looking up.
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 - )