It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like After Christmas
Looks like I have a long weekend after all. Went in to work this morning, became violently ill, and boss sent me home. I'm feeling vastly better but as a result get putter around at home for the weekend, with only the regularly-scheduled phone calls to wake me up. They normally come in at 3am, 5am, whatever, and entail, "Radiogurl, how do I...?" or "Radiogurl, I broke it again..."
With my girls gone until Sunday, I've already done some writing and may even dig the oils and canvas out from under my bed (See prior diaryland entry here) Not sure how well I do when on drugs -even the standard pharmacy-issue cold meds make me high as a kite. But hey - I'm game if everyone else is. And at the very least the results are probably going to be unique.
Christmas was quiet, as expected. Went for dinner at the former in-laws, food was good, and no one fought. That in itself is pretty impressive in my book. Have to admit, though, I felt pretty much out of place and excused myself as early as I could.
One of my Internet friends was the only one who gave me an actual gift. She knows my tastes and her package was and is just exquisite. (Thank you, Lili!) My sister said she has a gift for me but 'plans to borrow it'. Unfortunately my sister lives about 100 miles away and I won't be able to get there for at least a week or thereabouts. I miss spending time with her, anyway, and figure we can do so with less grief and fewer demands when it's not a hoiday.
Between the flu and the need to replace two tires on my car, I really don't think I should that far through the mountains this weekend. And just to make things fun, Mother Nature has decided to make it cold and rainy here - with the weatherman predicting snow. I can't remember the last time we had enough snow to stick but sure as I attempt a trip, it's virtually guaranteed. I don't have snow tires - don't typically need them here - and don't have any desire to become another traffic statistic on my own newscast.
My dad drove to Phoenix from Texas and was complaining that I didn't drive down there for Christmas. As just mentioned, that was pretty problematic - I was supposed to work, including an air shift this afternoon to cover for my boss, worked Christmas Eve, and was on call all day yesterday. Dad's retired and making everyone in Phoenix crazy because he won't lift a finger, expects to be waited on hand and foot, eats six full meals a day (and I do mean FULL), and generally makes us glad he lives two states away.
I'm being told he's very upset that I didn't drop everything and drive down to see him. He has a vehicle and could drive up here. Of course, he can't be bothered because he has so much else to do - and besides, he might have to go longer than an hour without a six-course menu. If I drove down there and made him (and everyone else) sick, that would be my fault, too.
Pardon me while I dig out the world's smallest violin for his sake.
After years of being informed that I was a useless piece of shit, and after he treated my mother like she was worse, right up until the day she died, I don't plan to fall all over myself to see him. If that sounds coarse and unappreciative, so be it. I've tried to make peace with him but there's too much water under the bridge and he never showed any interest in changing. He's as selfish and as petty as he ever was. If he's less mean, it's because self-preservation has kicked in and he knows he can't physically or emotionally batter anyone into getting his way any more.
On a very different note, I miss Dangerspouse's meanderings. For anyone who doesn't know, he is MIA because of computer problems. When he returns, you can bet he'll be a welcome infusion of sarcasm to Diaryland. Just be forewarned - sometimes it's tough to sort out truth from fiction in his writing! Talked to him briefly on IM a couple of days ago. You'll be happy to know he has only used the time off to further develop his warped sensibilities and smartass ways.
In closing, I'm off - and I'm closing this entry, too. ;)
For my Canadian friends: Happy Boxing Day! For everyone else: Happy New Year!
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 - )