Radiogurl a la Carte

Sunday, Mar. 04, 2007
Pre-Marathon Reading

MC and I have now hit most of the thrift stores along the main drags in Tucson. We drove to the far east side of town from the far west side of town, and hit about six or seven thrift stores. MC didn't find anything that suited his tastes; I bought a couple of books and beige stretch lace shirt. Not sure I can wear the shirt yet but should be able to soon.

I didn't realize until yesterday how much weight I'd lost. I put on a pair of knit pants I hadn't worn in a while - and had to change to avoid an unintended striptease. Last time I wore them, they were tight.

I talked today to Youngest Daughter. I'll probably have to drive her to Show Low tomorrow, which will make one hell of a long day - but I can deal with that, long as she has someplace to stay. I simply didn't know what to do, though driving her this week is doable. If she waited a week and I've started the new job, driving that far wouldn't be possible. We're talking about 7-8 hours drive one way. Loooooong haul.

I finally got to see Torchwood, at least the first episode thereof, plus the second-season Christmas special of Doctor Who. (Yes, I am a nerd. Tough noogies.) MC, meanwhile, is thoroughly enjoying the television. I watched my stuff online, using earphones. Works for me and that way we can both watch simultaneously, without bothering one another along the way.

Still looking at some condos in town. I don't think MC's going for the mobile, particularly once we found out a little more about the condos for sale. They're in a fairly decent area, so we'll see how things go from here. Obviously nothing's possible now, anyway, short of winning the lottery. But it's a nice dream in the interim, anyway.

I'm still inclined to the trailer for now. If nothing else it'll save us on rent.

Youngest Daughter called again. I'll be driving her only 2/3 of the way to Timbuktu tomorrow, rather than the whole enchilada. I'm dead tired tonight but feel a lot better about things now. Daughter will be staying with her daddy's most assholian brother. (No negative reflection on the Assholian empire as here on Diaryland.) But for once, the asshole factor might well be a good thing. Maybe he'll channel it into pounding the living crap out of my daughter's hubby.

No, I'm not serious. Two wrongs don't ever make a right. But it's cathartic to at least talk big for the moment.

For now, however, I'm going to make nice with a book and hopefully get a good night's sleep. Tomorrow's going to be a marathon day no matter how you slice it.

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 - )