Radiogurl a la Carte

2003-11-09
Alas, poor Yorick, she rambled on

I missed the lunar eclipse tonight, despite the fact that I was driving and by rights, it was clearly visible. I simply forgot to look. Itís another one of those Ďvery neat but not life-impactingí details that tend to slide by while youíre doing something else.

Hopefully the fact that I didnít get a phone call is indicative that something worked right this weekend at the studios. It was a nice, lazy day, and I even got to have it to myself!

The temperatures here are finally cooling off into comfortable territory. I imagine our high today was in the mid 70ļís F or thereabouts. Of course once the sun goes down the mercury plummets some 30-40ļ F, so it gets a bit nippy to run around outside in the shorts and athletic shirts some people here wear year-around. This is the time of year the rest of the world looks at Arizona and decides itís a pretty terrific place.

Truth be told, this time of year Arizona is pretty terrific. Daytime temperatures are comfortable. Night is just cool enough to give the illusion of winter, but without the joys of shoveling several tons of snow just to get to the BIG pile of snow left behind by the snow plows. (I grew up in Iowa, so yes, I know all about those.) In Phoenix, this is gardening season, though where I live in, weíre just enough cooler to be past gardening.

Maybe itís anticipation of the holiday season. Maybe itís the change in the weather. Maybe itís a change in personal perception. Whatever it is, this part of the world just looks better in the weeks between Halloween and Thanksgiving (thatís U.S. Thanksgiving, not the Canadian version, which comes before Halloween.) While the stores are erecting their barrage of Christmas paraphernalia, outside the stores there isnít any of the in-your-face holiday commercialism yet, no Christmas lights, no garish window signs, no Christmas tree lots on every empty corner.

Believe it or not, I am neither Scrooge nor the Grinch. I like Christmas. One of my favorite activities is decorating the Christmas tree, despite less-than-stellar memories from when I was a kid myself. I havenít had space to put up a tree for several years now. Itís funny Ė thatís one of the first things I pictured when I walked through the house Iím trying to buy. Maybe itís an omen. I could honestly see myself living there, my family there visiting, spilling various liquids on the white carpet, the cat meandering around anyoneís ankles where there might be hope of stealing a bit of turkey.

I also love seeing the Christmas lights, and have the utmost respect for the brave men and women who scramble up trees and atop ladders to deck their homes, garages, trees, bushes, fences, cars, kids, and pets in glowing color.

However, itís this time of year that I truly love. Itís too early for any serious Christmas rush, the kids are still in school and the buzz from the Halloween infusion of sugar is beginning to wear off, and the traffic hasnít yet risen to the frenzy peak of the Ďofficialí shopping season. Itís also not so hot that cooking is miserable, so I can and do make all the dishes I havenít made since LAST winter. I get ambitious enough to do serious cleaning. My mother would be proud of me: you can actually see my desktop in a couple of spots! Iím still working my way down to the carpet.

Of course thereís another explanation for the good mood. I had a day off that was actually OFF Ė as in, I didnít get phoned by a boss saying, ďI broke itĒ. I got to stay home for a while, drove to Phoenix but didnít have to rush. My kids missed out, too Ė they didnít call before I left so they couldnít hit me up for money. Ah, times like today make me wish I could avoid the cell phone explosion, though alas, Iím going to break down and get one in the next couple of weeks. (No, I am not a cell phone virgin Ė but theyíre prohibitively expensive where I live at the moment, and the service is spotty due to the fact that itís in the mountains.)

This is rambling even more than usual, but hey Ė this is my diary. I have a job and can write in English. You canít expect me to have a life, too!

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 - )