Monday, Jun. 21, 2004
It's been a strange day on several levels. A good day, in general, at least in this part of the world.
We have a new computer guru in town, someone that I feel confident actually knows what he's doing. Which means I can shove a lot of computer stuff off on him, at least the repair and maintenance end of things. That should, in theory, make my life considerably easier.
And in an even more positive footnote, I mentioned friend from Quebec who wants a job in warmer climes and really wants to move here, explained he's an expert at network security, and our new computer tech (who just opened for business locally) expressed a LOT of interest, said while it's too soon to hire someone yet he thinks it's a good possibility before too long.
Which is good because friend from Quebec has some things to take care of in Canada before migrating here, and unless I miss my guess, it should time out about perfectly. I just hope that said friend in Quebec gets this job - it would be ideal for him.
On this end of the world, yet another miracle today. 00 and Pipeboy got their own place. Literally rented it today, found a place that, since the landlady knows the family, rents to them for a whopping $250 a month. Place isn't much to look at but it's not nearly as bad as some of the houses and apartments where I've lived before, either. So within the space of a very short order, I will be treated to moving back into my own bedroom, having the place to myself, and seeing my utility bills drop to practically nothing.
The kids' stepmother and half-sister got into town today, too. It's the first time my kids have seen their little sister since she was six or seven years old - I believe she's thirteen now, can't remember for sure. In any event, it was a very big deal for all concerned and I'm very, very glad that they all got the opportunity to catch up with each other.
My ex's second wife and I hit it off as friends right away - I liked her a heck of a lot more than I liked him, to the degree that when they got into fights she called me to come pick her up and she knew she was always welcome to stay at my house, and after the ex died I did all I could to try and help her. I babysat her children now and then, too, took them for ice cream or to the museum, made sure each child - including hers - had a special day just for them, at least once in a while.
Bottom line, my ex and I really were MUCH better at divorce than we were at marriage. When it came to issues concerning the kids, the kids' welfare always came first for both of us and our differences always got set aside. And I know the kids noticed that there were no longer earth-shaking fights 24/7 after their dad and I split up.
I'd be lying if I said that I missed the hell he put me through, but after he died, I did miss the fact that I could count on him for disciplinary support where the kids were concerned. Had he lived, even the children acknowledge they'd not have pushed a lot of envelopes they ripped open, and they probably would have had much more stable lives overall. In spite of everything, I believe that every child deserves two parents who care about them.
It was strange to see his youngest daughter tonight. She resembles him, dramatically so. She was only four years old when he died, but is well aware of who her father was and that she has brothers and sisters in Arizona who love her. I've always made sure that they at least remained in touch by telephone. I've never regretted it, no more than I regretted making sure that my kids saw their dad even when he didn't pay me a penny of child support. I don't care what the law says about it - the man was my children's father, he loved them, and they loved him.
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 - )