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Friday, Sept. 22, 2006
Fate and Fatality - I.E., I'm Gonna Kill Me Some Bugs!

I'm going to tempt fate once again tonight and type directly into this box.

Long week, and one heck of a see-saw ride. Good day (yesterday) followed by insane day (today.) Or maybe they were both crazy days and I was sleep-walking through yesterday and didn't notice how crazy it was.

I spent today exploring the Fort, taking all kinds of meandering turns through the lovely military complex. And no, all those wrong turns and getting-lost-moments were not intentional. I don't mess around with a place like that. I did talk to some pretty interesting people there, though, including one lady who told me she was going on a ghost tour this weekend, of all things.

I need to look up the organization she told me about - what a hoot! I would LOVE to go on a ghost tour! I told her about the annual Halloween ghost walk in Globe and told her about the reputation of Wildrosie's house being haunted, plus all of the various places around town here reputed to be home to wandering spirits. (Of the ghostly kind. The other sort aren't any big secret in a town that boasts it doesn't have a town drunk - everybody just takes turns!)

I guess this group is going to be here in town tomorrow sometime. She rattled off the name of one place a couple of blocks from me, then gave me the info on the group.

I'm too tired tonight to so much as think about a hike. I am also so frigging fed up with the mosquitos here that I am not sure I want to stick my head out all weekend. But we're out of coffee and the boys have a bad case of cabin fever, so I'll slather on a bunch of insect repellant tomorrow morning and take 'em into town. I need to get a library card, anyway, we need to hit the hardware store for some odds and ends, and probably the thrift stores. MC must still have his old-book appetite slaked and it's cheaper there than an antique place!

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 - )