Thursday, Jul. 08, 2004
For all the kind wishes - thank you. I appreciate every one. It's been a long week but thank goodness today I went ahead and took a vacation day. I was to the point that I knew if I didn't, I would soon reach the point that I ended up in the hospital again, and that doesn't do anyone any good.
The big Willow Fire is still burning near Payson and while it's considered 40% contained, there's still 60% that's uncontained. But the increase in containment gives hope to the firefighters who have been working day and night for two weeks now, and they believe they will contain it completely in the next few days.
Slept sporadically - as I said, my 'day off' was still punctuated with work, though I have to admit it wasn't nearly as bad as I expected.
This afternoon, I finally started looking for a sofa. I gave my daughter my old one now that they've moved out. I have never in my life been able to go buy furniture I actually liked - unless you count thrift store bargains. Today I went to a real furniture store and picked out what I really truly wanted (and love, btw) and will go back and put it on layaway when I get paid, hopefully. I probably won't until I know for sure what's going to happen with the car, but I now have a naked house and while I am tempted to say I can put it off, I have done that my whole life. I always put off basics, or make do with cast-offs or whatever. I really am sick of working my ass off and living with dumpster-quality everything. The sofa I gave away was redeemed by a slipcover, but beneath that, the upholstery was in shreds.
I will probably back out when it comes down to it, because something else will come up and/or my common sense will kick in. But darn... to have something new, something I bought because I like it and not just because it's on sale for 1/10th price... It's a pretty heady nectar, just thinking about it.
Enough already. The renegade idea is already fitting back into the niche of 'yeah right whatever' in my brain.
In the meantime, I was writing tonight and just penned this poem. (In the story it's a song):
My wings bear you up
Carried o'er the battle sore
Hold you safe in my heart
'Til the morrow breaks ashore
In the cradle of my love
May your rest be sweet
And your peace restored
When the night's complete.
All the sleeping maidens left
On the shores of paradise
As the sword and trumpet steal
Light of life from all their eyes
But fair warrior and king
Grief is never borne alone
For the heart of all the world
Rests with thee upon the throne.
© 2004 by Radiogurl
With that bit of verse, I bid you good night.
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 - )