Prelude to a Turkey
This will have to be a short entry. I am sort of at the mercy of the Nazis for the week... er, my children... (though they'd be right at home in the Third Reich.) My older daughter is here now, moving in with me as of tonight. That means other than for work, I will have to fight for Internet time from this point forward.
Don't get me wrong. I love this young woman to death and I insisted that she move in with me, given some of the things going on in her life. I don't intend to change my mind (remind me of this next week so I can question my sanity.) It's just that I was getting truly spoiled to only working 80 hours a week and coming home to peace and quiet, other than Psycho Kitties. I have now signed on to be counselor and boot camp drill sergeant, allowance-giver, and omnipotent solver of all things problematic. Kinda like work, except there I'm generally the one who receives the allowance, rather than the other way around.
Youngest child also home for the holidays, bringing my granddaughter. Again, I love both of them, but there are now four of us in a one-bedroom apartment, plus the accoutrements of a seven-month-old baby. And four cats who have developed an affinity for leaping to wherever we set the baby's bottle and chewing the nipple off.
For the holiday, the kids are going to spend the day with their late father's family, and I'm probably going to work. I volunteered to go in and babysit the automation, to be sure nothing goes wrong while the rest of the world gathers around tables so full the knees are knocking on their legs.
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 - )