Radiogurl a la Carte

Sunday, Nov. 28, 2004
By The Numbers

You Are the Investigator
5
You're independent - and a logical analytical thinker.

You love learning and ideas... and know things no one else does.

Bored by small talk, you refuse to participate in boring conversations.

You are open minded. A visionary. You understand the world and may change it.

What number are you?
I s'pose I should post this. It's based on the more expansive enneagram quiz, but this is the Readers Digest version. I'm a 5, always have been. In real life I am polite but don't let a lot of people into my space, and when I do, I tend to push them away right off the bat. I'm the quintessential paranoid person when it comes to stuff like that. Not shy or even necessarily anti-social, just avoid personal relationships as a rule. I can go to a party, talk to anyone, but if they follow me home we have a problem! The whole visionary thing - nice thought and definitely an aspiration, just don't hold your breath.

That quiz came from a couple of folks - forgive me if I don't remember who originally posted it. Most recently, I lifted it from fuzzmom.

I had another sleep day. I have been working so many hours for so long now, I guess it just caught up with me. I was in bed for most of the afternoon - only got up to go to Wally World to get some more tea bags, since we were out. I do need my caffeine!

As a result of sleeping all afternoon, though, I also didn't cook the turkey today as planned. I'll get it done tomorrow, barring catastrophe. I got my bedroom cleaned tonight, more or less. I need to invest in an organizer system, preferably one that's got lots of cubbies and whatnot. For someone who has next to nothing, I've got a lot of junk! Most of it isn't mine. It's either work related or it belongs to 00, who doesn't have enough space in her apartment, so she leaves it here. My computer desk is stacked up to here with all kinds of odds and ends, but my biggest problem is a paper blizzard, and that's all work. I have a relatively small three-shelf unit to hold it, about 14" by 14" by 40" high, but it's simply not enough to corral all of the papers I've accumulated. I guess a file cabinet would help - maybe I'll spring for that this weekend, depending on what else I have to pay out of this check. If I am going to continue to live in this room, it's a necessary evil.

Youngest daughter pointed out that my new sofa already has a sunken spot in the middle. I don't know if the stupid thing is made of cardboard or if the kids were abusive with it. Either way, I need to turn it over and see if there's a way to reinforce the frame beneath the seat.

Youngest daughter also asked me how old I turned today. She thought it was hilarious that I told her, "I'm 47 - I think." She doesn't get that after 21, age is pretty much irrelevant until you're 65 and looking at possible retirement. That's especially true when you're like me and you really don't do anything for your birthday. Even 00 said she's falling into the syndrome that when asked her age, she has to stop and think about it, and she's only 23.

My granddaughter loves the Christmas tree and has learned more or less to say "tree." However, her primary interest in the house is still swiping my shoes and clomping down the hall in them. It's enough to make me wonder if she's really 00's daughter. When 00 heard about Imelda Marcos's footwear collection, she didn't think it was excessive - she was jealous!

Granddaughter loves my new bedroom slippers, which doesn't surprise me. I was prepared for her to take off with them at every opportunity, and she has. They're huge, fur-lined things and it's like watching a dwarf in snowshoes. The downside is that most of the time, when I want to wear them, I can only find one. Oh well. She's worth it.

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 - )