Radiogurl a la Carte

Thursday, May. 27, 2004
Catching_Up

The good, the bad, and the ugly. Yup, that would be me.

I haven't gotten into an ugly contest with Dangerspouse in a while, but figured I should take it easy on him, what with the vulture attacks and all. He should be all healed up soon and I'm sure he'll try to claim that his scars make him uglier. Won't work, he's still got a baby face and a cute one, at that. I am thinking of snapping a real picture of myself - I've got a couple but unlike DS, I'm actually ugly. Enough so that I don't want to scare off readers.

Wench77 has been fighting an ongoing battle over tomatoes-not-yet-on-the-vine and a neighbor whose timing and spacing are equally poor. She's also got an ongoing issue with her muse, though she says hers is somewhat self-inflicted.

Those aren't the only diaries I read, nor the only worthwhile ones, but they're the two I read the most consistently, partly because I consider them to be long-distance friends. I also enjoy entries from a couple if diarists who have moved to private venues, and I have to respect that privacy - and smile over their generousity in allowing me to continue reading.

For my part, I'm enjoying a night off, one in which I only worked an hour late. For me, that's exceptional. To celebrate, I went shopping. I kept my purchases to a minimum, since I plan to go to Phoenix this weekend and plan to pick up a toy.

The bonus advantage to shopping after work is that Boss can't call me. This is one of many reasons I've resisted purchasing a cell phone again. Another is that certain modern amenities are ludicrously expensive here, much more so than in Phoenix. A T1 line in Phoenix goes for $199 a month. Here it's over $900 a month. You can purchase cell phone service in Phoenix with unlimited local minutes for less than $50 a month. Here there is no such thing as unlimited, and because we're smack in the middle of the mountains, the service is atrocious at best. There are more holes in cell service than a sieve, and what little there is costs a small fortune.

But there are times I miss having a wireless. I have friends in Canada and overseas who used to phone me at all hours and I welcomed their calls. I made my share of calls, too, so they didn't foot all of the bills. (We did discover that prepaid long-distance cards are the only way to go. Not only are they vastly cheaper, but you also don't get phone-bill shock at the end of the month.) Now I'm home so rarely that all they'd get is my answering machine, and I have no time to return their calls anyway so...

There are advantages to this arrangement, however. My dad doesn't call because he knows I'm not home. Which is fine with me. My mother died two years ago after a lengthy battle with Lou Gherig's disease. After she died, after a lifetime of putting the family through hell, my father decided suddenly that he loves his children and grandchildren, at least enough to try and ingratiate himself with us so he's got somebody to sponge from on holidays.

Now he's announced that he's met a woman online and plans to marry her. He asked if we kids had a problem with that. Our universal answer was, "If she gets you off of our backs, then PLEASE marry her!!"

Our only fear is that when we meet her, we'll like her, then we'll feel obligated to warn her. If she doesn't listen, she's on her own. Though from the sounds of things, she might be able to take him. That's an encouraging thought. I'd pay good money to see it.

Thank God it's Friday - barely. Just past midnight, in fact. One more day in the broadcast quagmire and I'm outta here for the weekend, driving back to Phoenix to help Friend prep for a yard sale and to put her home up for sale. Again, Boss can't call me in to work if I'm not here. I hope.

I'm thinking of borrowing an idea from Fuzzmom and setting up a "cast of characters" to tell Who's on First. There's the added advantage of MY being able to remember, which is no small feat.

And remember way back when, I rhapsodized over the idea of purchasing a house? 00 and Pipeboy are looking into a tax-repo home, going for $8800. I hope they get it, if it's surviveable at all. You can't buy an empty lot for that, even here.

And then I get this place to myself, which offers some interesting possibilities. I've been propositioned by one person to whom I'd say yes provided I didn't come surgically attached to an audience at home. He's been here once before and while it was short-lived, it was most assuredly fun. He promised when he returns that he'll bring some toys and give me a very personal demonstration.

You know the old saying, "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but whips and chains excite 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 - )