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Friday, Jul. 29, 2005
The Offal Truth

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I'm a little more coherent tonight. At least I think I am. I am NOT going to bed tonight at 5:30pm! I knew better, but forgot to take some melatonin before heading to bed last night - so I was wide awake by 1:30 and couldn't go back to sleep.

It's about 8:30 now, a little more realistic time. I have a live performer coming to the studios tomorrow night at 8, will do an 8pm - 9pm program. But this is the final week I do something like that. No more scheduling live stuff on the weekend. I want some time off!!!

I got two eBay orders in the mail today - a CD for work (the odd title, not one you can go grab at Wally World) and a couple of jade cabochons. My sis loves jade jewelry and I am going to see what it will cost to get the better of the two pieces set into a ring. I know she's been looking for a jade ring FOREVER and this is about the right size for that. I think that there are two or three places in town that can do a setting, and I know in general what she likes, so cross your fingers. Her birthday and Christmas are only about a week and a half apart so if I can get it made, it'll probably have to do for both occasions.

I got cornered by a very sweet friend tonight and I kept trying to politely extract myself from a kind of sticky mess.

I invariably end up becoming mediator when there's a disagreement, both in real life and online, but in this case I kept trying to explain that I couldn't help. The problem child in this instance is the person who had pledged to be my hostess had I moved to Indiana, then backed out at the last minute on a drummed-up excuse. She'd hounded me for months to move there, swearing that I'd have a place to stay, etc. When I quit my job on that basis, she denied having ever said any such thing and she literally refused to speak to me again, accusing me of lying, then claiming I'd told her not to speak to me again.

I've tried to talk to her several times since, but she chose not to respond, so I had no choice but to walk away from the situation.

Apparently she's done something comparable to someone else and there's a perception that I can step in and fix it.

I'll normally do all that I can to help put an end to any kind of disagreement. I hate dissention and/or confrontation and will bend over backward to make peace. But you can't do a blessed thing if one party won't talk to the mediator, and that's the scenario here. I had a hard time convincing this poor lady that no, I really COULDN'T do anything to resolve this situation. I wasn't sure but what the other party put her up to this to see if I'd start with the insults. I refused, repeatedly, to say a single word against the woman at the center of things. Matter of fact I refused to say much of anything at all about her, good or bad.

This isn't the most awkward situation I've ever mediated. It was really, REALLY weird when, not long after I'd divorced my kids' dad, my former mother in law phoned to ask me to drive nearly 200 miles round-trip to break up a fight between my ex-husband and his dad. She said nobody else could - and sure enough, I was able to diffuse the situation once I got there. I don't remember much about the fight - it might have simply been the shock of my showing up that broke it up. It's been a good fifteen years ago so who knows...

Ugh... my week was going exceptionally well until all of this came into the picture. I hope I don't get hit with more of the Peyton Place saga again tomorrow.

Oh, and someone else called my cell phone again tonight - asking for me by name again. But this time I got a little more information before telling the guy not to call again. He said "a friend of his" told him to call for... well, you get the picture. Yeah - it was that kind of call. And I smell a Kris-rat, since he's the only person with this number who would have an excuse to pull a stunt along these lines. I told this yutz to pass on to his pals not to call again. If they become a nuisance I'll change phone numbers and I might very well send the bill to said Kris-rat. This kind of BS is why I nearly walked away from T before I ever got to know him. I'm glad I didn't.

By the way, I'm pretty sure that this is not a recycled cell number because I've never gotten a single solicitor call or, unless it was this week, even a wrong number call.

And Wenchie, here's the picture you asked for - my hair is obviously not long but it's getting there. This photo was taken at dusk and I had been wearing it in a pony tail all day so there's a definite ridge from the elastic band - but you can at least see where it's at now as compared to a year ago.

It's been a long time since 1:30am and I am going to officially call it a night, post this, and hit the sack. Here's hoping for a peacful weekend!

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 - )