Yesterday’s plan was to not leave the air-conditioned apartment. I failed because I’m an idiot. I started to make breakfast, put the frozen bagel in the toaster oven, and only then remembered that I had only one egg. I was supposed to pick up a dozen on my way home from therapy the day before and forgot. The plan then became to get them before breakfast the next day. I forgot the plan. So I turned off the toaster oven, put on my sandals, grabbed my wallet and keys, and headed out the door. I did not bother getting dressed, I went in my gym shorts. I also forgot to take my breathing strip off. One nice thing about aging is that given enough time you learn to not care about such things. This has no consequences. I very much doubt anyone is saying, “Look at that dude going out in his gym shorts and with a breathe-right strip on.” Even if they did, so what? That’s been a major line of thought of late. If it only bothers you when you hear about something done to you, then it shouldn’t bother you. It had no adverse effects. People are afraid to download Face-app that shows what you look like when you age. In the user agreement it says the app has the right to use your picture. How would it hurt you if some ad in Russia had your picture in it? It wouldn’t. My image does not contain my soul.
Other than that I did stay inside and kept my time outside the rooms with a window AC to a minimum. I made a quick to cook dinner, a burger and fried plantains. I ate ice cream and watermelon. I stayed cool.
I even accomplished some things. I made a preliminary Budgiedome schedule and sent it to the artists for their approval. I wrote though didn’t record another episode of Gord’s Gold, my segment on Folk Music Notebook. I didn’t record it as I have to turn off the AC to make it quiet enough to record.
I had another long phone conversation, this time with my sister Sue. We had a lot of catching up to do. That’s three in two days. That’s more than I usually have in a month. I miss meaningful phone conversations.
I’m having a visitor today! Dan is coming up to take me to breakfast and then look at Bronx historical sites. I’ll finally see the Bronx Historical Society. The Poe House will be the other stop.
I set the thermostat on the AC low so that I can survive long enough to record Gord’s Gold. If I accomplish it this will be the earliest I’ve recorded a segment. I have to report to my therapist every Friday that I did it. I always end up recording them on Thursday night. I am working on getting things done before the deadline. If I do this it’s an accomplishment. The fact that other people can do this routinely is not important. What counts is that it’s difficult for me, so it’s making progress. It doesn’t matter how large the steps are as long as they are in the right direction.
Wise Madness 