Thursday, Sept. 09, 2004
Thursday Nite And All Is Well
FINALLY I'm back online and so far tonight, all is reasonably quiet on the Western front. It's going to take me at least several days to catch up with everyone's diaries, and since it looks like I may have company for the weekend, not sure when I'll get the opportunity to read them all.
I am not ruling out anything with Tall Guy, believe me. In fact, I have a great deal of respect for his religious beliefs. While there are significant differences, I share a lot of the same convictions. I suppose that in spite of a lot of rough history, I can't escape most of the tenets that were drummed into me from the time I was old enough to be beaten into submission. And yes, I also know that ministers need love, too. It's simply premature at the moment to think in terms of more than friendship. Would I like it if it took a more romantic turn? Yes. But I don't know that the feeling is mutual; and until I do, I'm not ready to stick my neck out, when it could well be chopped off.
It's happened before, and it's darned inconvenient, walking around after decapitation. You're always bumping into things because when you're carrying your head around on that silver platter, your perspective is all wrong.
That said, he'll be at the studios tomorrow, when we're supposed to tear apart 00's computer and fix the tape backup. Note the pronoun 'we'. Used to be 'he' was going to do such-and-such. Now it's 'we.' He changed the references this past week. I know - only a complete geek would find anything remotely romantic about that. I'm a complete geek, and Tall Guy volunteered that he is, too.
I have REALLY got to get a life!
I swear I used to be one of the smart kids back in high school, but was never one of the geek club. No pocket protectors, no broken glasses held together with white medical tape, and no wheezing, annoying laugh. (Don't listen to my daughter - she's lying about the laugh, trust me.)
Still no rejection letter on the short story. The longer it goes without, the more I start to think, "Well, maybe..." It's just a short story, definitely not my normal style, but I do think it's a good story. I hope the publisher agrees, and that it's not just lost at the post office! I could still use the money. I could use a few times that much money, but I'll take what I can get. I'm simply not all that confident because it's a romance, and I don't do romance. I guess it's as much about style when it comes to writing, but heaven knows that in this case, I didn't write what I know!
Thank God tomorrow is Friday. This week has been interminable. When did someone find a way to stuff 48 hours into a day? That's what it felt like all week. I only worked 17 nonstop hours Tuesday, not 48. Really, for an election day, that's not bad.
I'm waiting to see if my friend comes in tomorrow from the Valley. She's a terrific lady who's going through her own personal hell right now. I hope she is able to make it. She definitely sounds like she needs a reprieve, and I'd love to her here, just to have a girls' night out, so to speak. We probably can't go anywhere because we're both broker than broke, but it's a nice thought, anyway. If nothing else we'll watch a movie and just yack all night, then drive around for a while Saturday so she can get a feel for the place. I'd like to show her the parts of town that DON'T look like a third-world country, which requires driving back off of the main highway and more importantly - knowing where to look.
Might also take her to some of the historic sites. We do have a few of those, and a few locations that are really just pretty - very rural, very serene. I know I complain about this place, but it has its attractions, too. The temperatures are down to reasonable levels, too - it's in the mid- to upper-70's (Fahrenheit) by late morning. Still not exactly cool midday, just not so hot you can't stand to go outdoors.
We shall see what tomorrow brings. Could become interesting, on several different fronts.
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 - )