Sunday, Sept. 12, 2004
This weekend was... interesting.
My friend came in from the Valley. It was heavenly to have her here, to just do girlfriend stuff, kick around town, and watch the tension drain from both of us. We went for a driving-tour of the area, drove out to the casino and dropped a few quarters into the slot machine. I spent on the order of $20 but won enough back that by the time we left, I'd lost only about $10. I discovered I don't know the first thing about Keno and that lucky 7's really ARE lucky for me. It cost about as much as a trip to the movies but was a more unique experience. I could never be a habitual gambler - I'm too cheap!
We went out for lunch yesterday at my favorite Mexican food restaurant, the one thing this community does EXTREMELY well. Remember the scene in the movie When Harry Met Sally, when Meg Ryan faked an orgasm? I don't think my friend was faking! She flagged down everyone she saw to gush that it was the best food she'd ever eaten. The waitress was laughing and the mood of the place was great. Last night we had dinner on the balcony of the Old Pioneer Hotel downtown, at a little coffee shop there that has the BEST croissant sandwiches. I watched ten years fall away from my friend's face, just sitting there. She was smiling and happy, crowing about how much she loved it here. The weather cooperated - it was probably in the low 80's (Fahrenheit) and there was a light breeze. We did a lot of girl-gossip, just had a ball. No pressure, no deadlines, no worry about going anywhere. The kids running the shop were great, too. We were their only customers at the time and they were yacking along with us when they brought our food outside.
The only thing to mar the weekend was when Youngest Daughter showed up, her boyfriend in tow, and announced that she was kicked out of the place where she lived. I first told her in no uncertain terms that she couldn't move in with me. I finally caved and gave her a month, and what does she do? Invite her boyfriend to move in! I lost it then. I knew that even if I told her no, they'd come anyway, but this time I enlisted help. I'm not about to support another deadbeat drug-addled jerk who will eat my food, run my utility bills sky high, and generally make my life miserable.
I talked to my former in-laws, who actually own the place I'm renting. I pointed out what Youngest Daughter was trying to do, and that while I've kept the place spotless long as I've lived her, the daughter will trash it far faster than I can clean up after her. Youngest Daughter has zero respect for me, but when her grandfather showed up this afternoon, he was happy to toss her boyfriend out. And miracle of miracles, they offered to take in Youngest Daughter to live with them, which would really be a godsend. She will have someone there 24/7 to insure she doesn't get into trouble. Furthermore, her grandfather informed her that she'd better show me respect, that I'm her mother, and that now he knew what was going on, she'd have to answer to him. Not one of the kids will cross their grandpa!
The kids left within minutes but I know that before Daughter lives on the streets, she will go to stay with her grandparents. If she doesn't, it's wholly her responsibility. She has the offer. That's an enormous load off of my mind.
I'm still tired this afternoon. Took a couple of hours' nap. The stress got to me in a big way with the kids here. They left a mess in the kitchen - despite swearing they cleaned it up. They threw clothes and newspapers on the floor in the living room and the spare bedroom. I will have to clean later tonight. I don't want to start the work week with the mess.
But overall it was a good weekend, a fairly restful one. I got my laundry done, discovered I'd lost more weight (happy about that detail!) when I pulled on a new pair of pants I bought without trying them on first. Won't be much until I'm down another size. My friend commented I look about a third of the size I was. Obviously I'm larger than that, but I'm glad at least that I'm perceptibly smaller.
Tomorrow I have to go to Phoenix on business. I will be pulling some court records on three relevant cases, and will order copies of the complaint in one. That single document is 112 pages, far too much to just skim through and take notes like I can with some cases. It won't come cheap but it will definitely add texture to a related story I've been working on for a while.
Going to call it a night tonight, though. I have a lot on my mind at the moment and need some "think" time.
How's this for scary? The kids brought home a bunch of ancient photos. This one's from '77, my obligatory wedding dress picture when I married their dad. Aside from the weird expression, which made me look like I had Jay Leno's chin on loan, I remember how naked I felt then when I had my hair cut that "short". I'd gone to that length from long enough to sit on. Notice the Farah Fawcett 'wings'. What were we thinking???
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 - )