Radiogurl a la Carte

Sunday, Jul. 03, 2005
The Wizard of Blahs

We're off to see the wizard.

No, wait, that's wrong, this is real life. Strange things don't ever happen in real life, after all. What was I thinking? (You can mentally insert the laughing emoticon of your choice at this point. I'm too lazy today.)

The past few days really have been surreal. I mean, work is work and I'm good with that. I'm very comfortable in the radio environment, as a rule. I know my business and even if I get hit with something new, it doesn't take long to have it down pat. Unfortunately, as everyone reading here has already figured out, once I step outside the studios I flounder.

Since I went to bed so early last night I also woke up early this morning. I was awake around 4-ish (am) but went back to sleep and slept in until 5:30. Given what time I normally get up during the week (5am) that's fine with me. I got about 10 hours of much-needed sleep and feel dramatically better this morning.

Yesterday was my "get everything done" day so today I'm going to be lazy, probably drive up the rim to make a deposit into my other bank account. There's a branch in Heber, which is much closer than driving to Globe. I don't want to drive anywhere in the general direction of Phoenix, as traffic on the main highway has been bumper-to-bumper all weekend. Can't blame the Phoenicians, because not only is it miserably hot down there, but it's miserably hot AND yesterday they were covered by the smoke from the Cave Creek fire.

That fire's up to 250,500 acres now. Hard to imagine, particularly in the area where it's going so strong.

For what it's worth, there are a couple of key reasons we're seeing much larger wildfires these days. For starters, the forestry industry around here has been decimated. Harvesting wood from US forests is a no-no. And while overharvesting is certainly not the way to go, neither is it kosher to disallow any thinning. Where once there was one large tree every fifty to a hundred feet, now there may be fifty trees in the space of one. The overgrowth is sapping both nutrient and water supplies, so the trees that ARE there are more vulnerable to insects and disease, and of course the proximity makes it simpler for wildfire to spread from one to the other.

Secondly - and this is something I don't think anyone took seriously until now (if they even do now.) - the single biggest fuel source for this latest fire is weeds and brush. But here's the kicker: it's non-native weeds and brush, stuff that's not even supposed to be there. Last year there were folks from the state agricultural department talking about some of these invasive species, warning that fire was imminent if they didn't get a handle on them asap. I remember my old boss scoffing and saying that it was a waste of taxpayer money to clean up weeds.

I wonder if he's still saying that?

Well, my "date" just called to say he's going to be late to church, and to look for him there. He said he'll be wearing a gray shirt, shorts and tennis shoes. To church. What an appealing picture. I guess I should change out of my skirt and heels and at least put on trousers, even though a perverse side of me says I should dress to the nines just because. While I don't regularly attend services any more, I cannot bring myself to wear shorts to church, and feel odd even wearing pants rather than a skirt. I rarely wear shorts in PUBLIC, much less to church. Just not something I can bring myself to do.

I suppose this means I should head out, though. I also know that this man's out to show me a really good time, as he mentioned the reason he's late is that he couldn't find the $12 he was planning to bring. I suppose that means lunch will be dutch or not at all. You know, I wouldn't mind that, either, except for all of the OTHER wonderful things this man has done. This is the same guy who had to ask me my name - after asking for my phone number again. Nothing like making a girl feel special.

Something tells me today is going to be an adventure...

Am I being grossly unfair? It's been so long since I went out that I don't even remember what is and isn't normal. Heck, maybe times have just changed and now all of those things are acceptable. I really don't want to be cold and calculating, and don't want to slam someone undeserving, but dang... I'm really serious about saying "fuhgeddaboudit" to the whole thing and staying comfortably single.

I'm also frankly a little uncomfortable about seeing more than one person, even at this stage of the game. I am not a player and never have been. I've been hit on by more than one guy at once before but (with one exception, will explain momentarily) haven't gone out with more than one at a time.

The exception to that rule came when I was in high school. I had been trying - desperately, in fact - to break up with a young man who, while reasonably nice looking and very talented, was also very wrong for me. Trouble was that his ex-girlfriend was devoted to creating a whole new level of bitch. And mind you, I normally hate that word and wouldn't dream of calling someone a bitch, but this woman literally came up to me on the night I was planning to break up with the guy, and she gave me a right-cross and started pulling my hair.

I didn't know whether to get mad at her or laugh my butt off. If she'd waited another hour he'd have been all hers. As it was, then I couldn't get rid of him for ANYTHING. He appointed himself my bodyguard. His mother was, in fact, a part of the school security team, so then I had them BOTH sticking to me like glue, much to my annoyance.

Long story at least a little shorter, I liked someone else and started going out with him during that nebulous period of living under guard. One Saturday during that time period I had two dates - one with each guy. One was the afternoon, at the circus. The other was a concert that night. I didn't keep it a secret from either one of them and they both knew the score. The afternoon date was with the guy I really liked and who eventually became my college boyfriend. We went to the circus and each took younger siblings with us, by mutual consent.

The evening date was the guy I was trying to break up with. I think I finally got through to him about that point. Good concert, too. Remember Al Stewart? He was good, but his opening act was a single black man and acoustic jazz guitar. One of few times that the opening act was even better than an excellent headliner. The opening act? At that time an unknown. Now you'll probably recognize the name: George Benson.

Adding a quiz and I lifted it from at least a couple of folks:

Your Summer Anthem is
Speed of Sound by Coldplay

All that noise, and all that sound,
All those places I got found.
And birds go flying at the speed of sound,
to show you how it all began.

You're out of your mind this summer, in a good way.

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 - )