Friday, Oct. 15, 2004
Ode To A Friday
Friday nights should be highlighted in red on every calendar. They should be consecrated to doing absolutely nothing, a practice I endorse tonight by my near-perfect inaction. Of course, if you choose to celebrate the moment by drinking, dancing, or debauchery, they're equally-acceptable alternatives.
This past few weeks have nearly been the death of me. I don't think next week is quite as frantic, at least not so far. I don't want to look too far ahead. If I do, I will probably go catatonic and waste a perfectly good weekend.
Tall Guy is supposed to be moving tomorrow, which is the time when he claimed he'd take me up on the rain check for dinner. Given his history, I'm not expecting him. I'm planning to do laundry and get the house cleaned tomorrow, and if Tall Guy shows up, more power to him. I'll probably hand him a mop. (Not literally, though I have to admit, it's darned tempting.) Whatever I'm having for dinner tomorrow is what he'll be getting, if so.
Yup, this curly-topped bundle of energy is my granddaughter. As always, click on the thumbnail to open a larger image. We won't discuss how many pictures I had to snap to catch two of her being more or less still. And despite the somber expression in the photo at left, 99.9% of the time she's giggling.
In this version her mother is holding her (Youngest Daughter, to me.) Youngest Daughter is only one size apart from me now, which means that if I keep losing weight and she stays here, I will have no clothes in my closet. As it is, my makeup is at risk (which, considering I finally found some I'm not allergic to, is a big deal.)
Youngest Daughter's loser boyfriend is here tonight, too. Oh joy. I won't bother giving him a nickname because I hope that like a case of the hives, he'll go away on his own in a little while.
Lest you think I'm picking on the companions my kids pick, I should tell you that I adore my daughter-in-law and also my youngest son's girlfriend. The boys seem to have gotten it right. My girls, on the other hand, have inherited my propensity for choosing the absolute WRONG person. Given the choice of a man who's responsible and decent, and a hellion, guess who we all invariably choose?
I am going to bed early tonight and pray that the baby doesn't wake up. Youngest Daughter and her boyfriend went over to her sister's house. Gotta give Pipeboy credit. While he's not working right now, he's being a pretty good house-husband, and talking to him doesn't grate like fingernails on a chalkboard. He asked 00 if he could just throw Youngest Daughter's boyfriend out or if 00 would rather just bitch-slap the guy. I wasn't close enough to offer to do it for her.
In all reality, Youngest Daughter's boyfriend isn't the worst guy I've ever met (I think 00 and I already got the family quota of those.) He just annoys the crap out of everyone near him. Even Granddaughter rolls her eyes and walks away from him, shaking her head. I kid you not.
Should lightning strike and Tall Guy actually shows up for dinner tomorrow, it will be bizarre, because they share the same first name. (Tall Guy and Youngest Daughter's boyfriend.) Fortunately I can't see that happening.
I've got work to do tonight but have absolutely no intention of doing it. I'm going to turn in shortly, though, so I will bid you adieu with another verse. (Yeah, I know it's overkill but it's a short entry and I needed padding.)
Silent and subtle
Painting palettes of shadows
Night settles in
All around my soul.
Rest comes not easy,
But welcome in measure
And slowly in dreamscape
I am once again whole.
Here in the wonder
Of unspoken heartsong
I savor the texture
Of what I hold dear.
And when the sun rises
Upon the new morning
I gather new treasures
For night's sweet frontier.
© 2004 by LeiLani
Oh, and for pinkytusk, who asked me about my favorite birthstone ring from high school (on my 101 Things About Me entry)... I married an irrationally jealous man. He destroyed my yearbooks because an ex-boyfriend signed them. The ring disappeared before I was married a month. I have reason to believe he either pawned it or sold it to a pawn shop.
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 - )