Close Encounters of the Miscellaneous Kind
Well the date is back where it's supposed to be. I think. I have no flipping clue why the Diaryland is playing nutzoid with the dates on my diary. Grr...
Things have been slightly crazy this week. I have worked late, got sent back to square one with a computer problem I thought I'd figured out at work, and I dealt with 00 running out of meds. It was the latter that was the climax to my week, and I don't mean that in an I'm-having-the-sex-of-my-life kind of way.
If you've read before, you know that I have a daughter living with me who's had some tough breaks over the years. She's taking the antidepressant called Paxil. You can read about the side effects of Paxil here. And I can vouch for each and every one of them except the suicide, because we've been THROUGH every one of them except the suicide, all this week.
ALL of them. The most recent was fainting. She was out cold, only we don't know how much was from the withdrawal effects and how much from the blow she got to her head when she went down.
I worked until 2AM yesterday thanks to a late civic meeting, followed by an unplanned meeting with a friend at the store, then a marathon of writing, updating the web page, and recording the news. I worked my normal *coughYEAH-RIGHTcough* 8-hour shift today, then came home to find that, and had to drive to Phoenix to get a prescription refilled. I got home maybe 10:30 or 11:00 again, give or take, THEN fixed dinner because once things calmed down somewhat, size 00 was hungry again. This was a good thing and I wasn't about to complain, except I am about to keel over.
Tomorrow (well technically, looking at the clock, later today) I will be working on the computer and copy machine at church, both of which need a massive overhaul. For the computers it's probably going to end up being a complete reload of Windows.
And before you ask, yes I am crass but I still go to church. I'm ambivalent about some things to do with God but I am trying to get my act together. I'm just doing a lousy job of it.
After that I'll be coming home and doing all of the cooking/cleaning/laundry/etc I don't have time to do during the week when working 18-hour days.
Come Sunday I am our church pianist, mainly because they don't have a real musician and I can read music. Keep in mind I hadn't touched anything musical for about eight years before being asked to play, but I guess compared to no pianist I'm an improvement.
Then Monday it's back to work again for my regular Monday 9am-midnight marathon, and so on, and so on.
I know I'm rambling, but had to add this little tidbit of local news history. My introduction to the news business was a very few months after I initially became a deejay (which I got from open auditions, not the traditional college internship, etc.)
Very early in the picture, nearly seventeen years ago, it was Thanksgiving morning and the movie crew was in town filming the Robert De Niro film Midnight Run.
Those days, our police reports tended toward the line of Mr. Smith's horses got out and blocked traffic for about three hours while our deputies held impromptu target practice. Until the mare decided to take her own shot, it was a pretty even match. From this point forward, please refer to Officer John Jones as Officer Jane Jones.
This particular holiday morning was different. I got this report, pretty close to verbatim, from the local police media contact:
At 12:01 AM, there was a minor accident at the [local church]. Someone was driving down toward Hill Street and hit the church sign. At 12:03 AM, a 35-year-old [local city] woman drove THROUGH the front of the County Sheriff's office, THROUGH the reception area, pulled up and stopped in front of the receptionist, and jumped out of the car. The suspect announced, 'Arrest me, I'm the person who hit the sign at the [local church]. Total damage to the church sign was approximately $100. Total damage to the Sheriff's office exceeded $5000.
The woman claimed to be a practicing stunt driver for the movie, but I'm not sure if that was before or after she had a close encounter with the aliens, Elvis, and the vampire queen.
To steal freely from the old playwright - "Stop the World, I Want To Get Off!"
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 - )