Just Another Day in Paradigm
I am still laughing over Dangerspouse outing himself with a photo. And here he made me promise NOT to post his real picture!!! I have seen a more current photo and while I'd like to say the man ages like fine wine, he actually still has the cherub cheeks and baby face, lol. He doesn't age at ALL.
Ah, but I suppose I should write something about me, whether or not anyone gives a rat's patootie. This is supposed to be my diary.
I am guessing that Church Guy is history, which is peachy with me. I never heard from him again, so maybe someone showed him my photo, which is most decidedly NOT cute. I'm just fine with my nice mundane life, thank you very much!
00 and her on-again, off-again ex-or-whatever bf are out roaming this great metropolis (i.e., cruising the one street in the one-dog town. We're too teeny to afford a horse). They've taken a load of things over to the new place, where I expect to move in this weekend, thank GOD.
Wasn't really all that spectacular a day otherwise. Woke up with the remnants of a migraine and an ear infection and ended up going in late for work. Got tired of 00's incessant bitching and figured I was a lot better off at work than listening to that nonstop all day.
Went to a civic meeting tonight that lasted all of five minutes until the call to the public, in which the same lame issue was raised again. It's something that's already a done deal but some people can't get over themselves and let it rest. I feel like if I hear one more time about these 'lights' I'll need to enroll as an extra in a bad UFO movie.
The lights we're discussing are street lights and peoiple don't like them. Never mind that they're mandatory for safety reasons. Never mind that they're mandatory for other reasons. Never mind that these same people had the opportunity to say something in public meetings BEFORE they were put in. Nooooo... they wait until the project is completed.
Ah well... Tomorrow is the day to make sure the cable gets transferred this weekend, too, so I'm not without Internet service. 00 says I'm addicted. I hide the needles I use to inject the nightly www-fix, but she doesn't appreciate the nuances of this particular high. For one thing, there are people on line who are actually capable of formulating a coherent thought. That alone makes it worthwhile.
Add to that the fact that there are even people here in the hidden corners of the 'Net that can write - some with extraordinary personalities, talents, and more. There are even some genuinely NICE people online. People who ask how you're feeling and occasionally listen to the answer. People who are funny and bright and fascinating, if for nothing else than their idiosyncracies.
My kids say I care more about my Internet friends than I do about them. My kids can't stomach the idea that now that they're grown, my life doesn't revolve around dropping everything because they want something. Again. They owned me for most of 25 years - now is MY time. I don't have time to paint any more and don't have a piano, so this is my one real joy in life these days.
Don't get me wrong: I love my grandchildren and love my children. But I desperately need some 'me' time to unwind, and this is about my only option for the time being. So the kids will have to survive for a couple of hours a night. And if not - welcome to my world. Here's a map. If anyone figures it out, kindly let me know how to translate.
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 - )