Monday, Feb. 07, 2005
Wasted Days And Wasted Knights
I'm not staying up much longer tonight. It's only 10:37pm - I think this is a record for a night after a council meeting.
I am exhausted, which doesn't surprise me. I also talked to the college president today and she asked me again about staying (relatively) local. I don't recall the verbatim on everything, but I do remember she asked me what it would take to get me to move there.
Definitely not what I was expecting! She obviously knows I'm looking for other employment, since I asked about using her for a reference. I just never anticipated her pursing the issue any further. Of course it may come to nothing, which all too often is the case. But it's still a very big compliment. It was enough that I didn't kill Boss today. I hope he's grateful that I spared his life, even if he doesn't have a clue.
Still nothing definitive worked out on the truck, though I do like hissandtell's suggestion for the cowhide seat covers and the horn that's - well, horns. As in, a pair of steer horns.
Ah yes, I am in top pun form tonight. Being sleep deprived does that for me.
It's Chinese New Year, I noticed. As of Wednesday, it's officially the year of the Wooden Rooster. It sounds like this year will be a barrel of laughs.
Gee, just what I needed, more belt-tightening. Guess I'll lose that weight by starving it off, if the predictions are right.
I really do need to watch my money, though, so the dire warnings of a financial squeeze are probably the kick in the seat of the pants that I need, whether or not a new job is in the works and whether or not I buy that the stars or a wooden chicken predict the events of my life. Even WITH a new job, I want to eventually buy a house or condo. Overall I love the place I'm renting, but every time I glance at the striped wallpaper I'm reminded that I can't paint over it because it's not mine. For once in my life I'd like to paint my bedroom the color I like, and to plant flowers I like in the yard.
Dang... that reminds me. Wherever I end up, I really, really want to plant hyacinths. Every year at this time I buy the potted varieties and plant them outdoors, because they have the most incredible fragrance! If I ever do get a home of my own, in an area where they'll grow, I'll plant them in a flower box right outside my window. That, and lilacs. I grew up in a place where we had two very prolific lilac bushes and I remember picking armfuls of them every year. My bedroom smelled like heaven.
If by some chance I end up moving into the area where the college prez says she wants me to move, I think hyacinths and tulips and the like will grow there. The temperatures should be cold enough to set the bulbs of at least some varieties. The elevation is around 1000' higher than where I live now, which means snow every winter. I don't think they've ever missed a year in that regard, unless it's simply due to no precipitation of any kind because of the drought.
And the script kiddies are at it again. There's a new bug going around, primarily (so far) through MSN Messenger. While I probably use Trillian more than any other single messenger program, I admit that MSN is my drug of choice. I downloaded the new beta version of Messenger 7.0, love the handwriting feature, the nudges and flirts. It has some of the bells and whistles of the newer version of Yahoo Messenger, plus a couple of extra goodies.
I just wasted about half an hour creating Yahoo image of myself, actually - which is hilarious. I might upload the avatar later but not now. It's past midnight and I've got to go to bed while I'm in a good mood.
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 - )