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Saturday, Jun. 18, 2005
Out There Takes On New Dimensions

Sometimes you experience the most extraordinary things when you least expect them.

I'd been emailing back and forth with a woman from up here before I even moved here. She was one of my news sources and impressed me as just a genuinely nice lady. Since moving here I kept in touch with her, and she invited me to attend a concert of the Payson Choral Society, where she was the accompanying pianist. Given how tiny this community is, I agreed to go but had no real expectations beyond hoping that some of these folks might be able to carry a tune, but I wanted to finally meet my email buddy. That was doubly true since the concert had been postponed for two weeks after she had a medical emergency that nearly cost her life.

News flash: for a teeny community, this bunch is nothing short of amazing. They're an all-volunteer choir and organized into a non-profit organization that provides music-related scholarships to local young people every year. I was immensely impressed all the way around.

There are a couple of the singers who could probably be pro if they chose. Beautiful voices...

The two youngest scholarship recipients from this year also performed. There was an 11-year-old girl and a 13-year-old boy, both outstanding. I took photos but given that I was sitting near the back in a pretty fair-sized auditorium, they're not the clearest you'll ever see. The ones of the little girl didn't come out at ALL.

I was invited to audition and I am going for it. Auditions are this coming Monday (they are only held once a quarter or thereabouts, from what I understand.) I am looking forward to singing with a group again. I didn't realize how much I missed it until tonight, in fact.

Yes, I CAN sing, and can read and write music. I haven't attempted to write anything in eons, granted, but the ability is there. I took music theory and am pretty good at sight-reading, or at least I used to be.

Sarah (my online-now-real-life friend) was thrilled to see me but I was NOT thrilled to learn that she only barely made it through the concert without collapsing. I talked to her briefly after the concert. She also introduced me to the mayor, who was standing next to me at the time (though I didn't have a clue until then.)

As it turns out, though Sarah is going to see some specialists for more tests, because she hasn't fully recoverd two weeks after the fact. Supposedly the original problem was a bad reaction to medication. If that was truly the situation I think two weeks would be adequate recovery time UNLESS the reaction created some kind of major damage caused by the reaction. I hope that isn't the case!

Today did the headache thing again but of all things candy put an end to it. I'm beginning to wonder if I might not be borderline diabetic. If so, though, the Atkins diet should help, not hurt. I have diabetic friends who have actually controlled their disease through Atkins. So I don't know what to make of it. I just know that aspirin and other pain meds have no effect - but a sugar rush killed the headache in a matter of minutes.

I really want to shed the weight, so this is awfully frustrating. I know I have sugar cravings but they aren't normally to the degree I had today. I picked up a package of hot tamale candies from Walgreens and scarfed them down, diet be damned. It wasn't ten minutes until the headache was gone completely.

Hmm... now that I think of it though, there is another explanation. With the candies I downed a good-sized bottle of water. I looked it up to double check, and dehydration is known to trigger migraines and other headaches. So the sugar I could've done without but apparently I need to drink way more water. I just put a gallon of bottled water in the fridge to cool; guess it's time for me to start hitting the bottle - of water.

It's late and I'm exhausted, but it was a relatively productive day, I think. I did something really insane, though: I signed onto one of those online dating services. I am a little leery but all of my kids met their S/O online and I know several other people who did, too. I figure I have nothing to lose as long as I keep my wits about me. I didn't put down my permanant cell number; I used the old, "throwaway" cell number so if somebody's a jerk they'll go bye-bye in just a few days. If I should hit it off with someone I'll give them the real number.

I dunno how many guys lied about their profile but I did NOT lie about mine. So at least if some guy contacts me (and at least three have sent messages) they already know I'm not model material, nor even close.

Well it's ridiculously late and I'm beat, so I'm signing off and calling it a night.

Michael, I'm sorry I kept you up so late last night. Hopefully you got a chance to cat-nap today sometime. I know I didn't get to work when I originally planned. (Y'all can insert a guilty look about now.) But I DID go in and get my work done, anyway.

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 - )