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Sunday, Nov. 26, 2006
Two of Hearts

Everyone's picking up on this meme, which I originally stole from Cosmicrayola but didn't post right away.

You are The Wheel of Fortune

Good fortune and happiness but sometimes a species of intoxication with success

The Wheel of Fortune is all about big things, luck, change, fortune. Almost always good fortune. You are lucky in all things that you do and happy with the things that come to you. Be careful that success does not go to your head however. Sometimes luck can change.

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It figures, hehe. My life has been spent moving from one gamble to another; in terms of jobs, in terms of relationships, etc. I rarely have had the security to do anything else, so I've taken the approach that sooner or later one or two of my gambles would pay off. And they did, in spades, when MC became a part of my life.

It's almost hard to fathom that we'll have been together for a year come the end of December. In a sense it seems like yesterday when I met this too-skinny man whose haunted eyes told me he was scared to death of meeting me but equally scared of doing nothing. He was standing by the side of the road, holding a leash that was tied to a four-legged, very dirty and tangled mop of a dog. MC's clothes were barely hanging on his frame, testament to the extremes of his then-recent living conditions. He was clean and neat, but I what struck me most was that in spite of living through hell comparable to what I'd endured over the years, he was willing to take a huge gamble on me.

Of course back then we really hadn't planned on romance.

There wasn't just too much water under the bridge. There were several deluges that had pretty much crumbled all bridges and took out a good chunk of shoreline and road on both sides.

MC still chuckles to me now and then, shaking his head and commenting, "Roommates, huh?"

In other ways, though, it seems like we've been together forever. And almost a year later, we've never had a single fight, despite minor disagreements now and then. I'm not naive enough to think we'll never have a fight, but in general I think we both are smart enough not to mess with something that's working. We agree about virtually everything that matters: money, family, etc. We share a healthy respect for one another, enough so that it crowds out pettiness and jealousy. We enjoy doing a lot of the same things, and there's not a possessive streak in either of us.


It seems surreal to think we're approaching Christmas. I guess I've never really gotten used to the combination of Christmas and Arizona, no matter that I've been living here for the majority of 35 years. I'm not sure why; even where I grew up in northern Iowa, white Christmases didn't come along every year. And it is cold here in the mornings. Our overnight lows are in the 30's or lower. Of course daytime highs still soar into the upper 60's or low 70's.

Maybe it's that there isn't actually a fall here. There's no precursor to winter because the few deciduous trees are the cottonwoods that only line the rivers and streams. They're about the only thing here that changes from the deep, dusty greens of summer to a brilliant green-gold to bright yellow, leaves that drift to the ground to form a carpet that mellows to old gold in record time.

Maybe it's also that my family is in another world from mine. We've had very few Christmases at home, mostly because I haven't had any sort of stable home to offer anyone. MC has sworn that we'll eventually have our own place. I know he's had money before and I trust him to manage that aspect of our lives. It's been tight at times but rarely have we been to the point of not having a penny since he came into my life.

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 - )