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Friday, Sept. 17, 2004
Cinderella Story

I figured out why my comments links stopped working. If you use any punctuation in the title, it knocks out the javascript function. I knew it but had forgotten.

We did the lunch thing at work today, as planned. My daughter even stuck two candles into a cupcake and made me help her sing Happy Birthday to Boss, who was appropriately embarrassed. It was great. Tall Guy was here, we worked on the computer, and he did finally get the thing fixed. Considering how long it's been sitting there useless, that's no small feat. He and I talked a little, no romantic overtures whatsoever, just more deep discussion, which has become something of the norm.

His business isn't taking off like he was hoping, which is overriding all other concerns right now. As happens with any of us, the money crunch is shadowing virtually all other aspects of his life. There are other peripheral issues, too, most of them directly or indirectly related to money. But he just got a job offer for a good salary (outstanding for this area, in fact), and he was downright apologetic that he was thinking of taking it. I pointed out that while we need him as a computer tech - the whole community does - he has to take care of own personal needs and responsibilities first.

Otherwise, work was more or less dead today. That isn't unusual for a Friday, though it is frustrating because I know that there are things we're missing because I don't have transportation. I really need to win the lottery this weekend, if for no other reason than to buy a car.

My friend is coming up from the Valley tomorrow morning, though, which will help. We're going to tackle yard work first thing and she has promised to chaffeur me from point A to point B as needed.

Considering the state of my yard, that alone will take a while. Fortunately, one of my automatic-payment bills was lower than I was expecting, so I'll buy a weedeater and a hoe tomorrow morning and we should be able to tame things with those combined. I want to go back eventually and get a lawnmower, but for now this will do. She insists that she loves yard work; and since I think she may end up becoming a roommate, when she offered the help, I wasn't about to say no.

We're also going to put some of her things on Ebay and see what she can get for them. I know she has a couple of collectable items that will probably bring a few thousand dollars each. I will be surprised if they don't bring enough to pay off all of her fairly minimal bills. She has one item that's a special edition, only eight of them ever made. The last one like it that went up for sale, went for $20,000.

I'd put things up for sale, but considering that at the moment about the only things I own are the clothes I wear, a couple of pieces of second-hand furniture, and a hair dryer, something tells me I wouldn't make much money.

The weather service has promised that we're going to get rain over the weekend, and potentially lots of it. That'll be nice. My friend loves storms nearly as much as I do. Of course we don't get the sort of storms here like hit the Southeastern U.S. and nearby islands. We just get thunder that rolls through the hills, jagged lightning that tears holes in the night, and torrential rains that typically only last a matter of minutes, or at most an hour or so. For this part of the world, that is beautiful weather.

There's the flip side, too, of course. Approximately this time last year was when heavy flooding tore through a small community nearby and wiped out several homes. I am hoping not to see a repeat performance. Much as we need the moisture, we don't need it in floods.

Either way, I hope to sit out on the porch and enjoy the cooler temperatures, the rain, lightning and thunder, and the company.

I'm going to read diaries and then turning in for the night. I'm becoming a pumpkin earlier and earlier these days!

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 - )