I didn’t blog yesterday and waited until almost three to start today? What’s up with me? Let’s blame the sleep apnea. In this case that’s legit; sleep apnea and procrastination.
I knew that Ron Olesko wanted to air my top album of 2019 show on Folk Music Notebook some time between Christmas and New Year’s. Not one to leave things to the last minute I finally finished it on Boxing Day, the day after Christmas. I ended up staying up until 1:30 recording it. That was partially by plan. I knew I’d have the apartment to myself on Thursday and the neighborhood would probably be quiet so I would have a large window of silence during which to record. I should have finished far earlier than 1:30. That’s where the procrastination came in. That led to me sleeping late on Friday, so I didn’t have time to write before therapy. Then the sleep apnea kicked in and I fell asleep when I got home from therapy. Then I had to clean up the sound files of my show and there went Friday night. Sleepiness kept me from posting earlier today. Not just the sleep apnea but I had insomnia last night. That’s not common for me. So once again I slept late and then didn’t have the energy to blog unto now. Two cups of coffee helped.
I’m proud of what I did for the Top Albums show. I didn’t just list the albums but did research to give background on them. I’m sure if I listened to it I’d be cringing the entire time, but I know the content is good. That my choices are good goes without saying. Taste is usually a matter of opinion, except when the taste is mine. That is objective fact. I have checked this countless times in my life and discovered that 100% of the time I love the things I love. You can hear them on Folk Music Notebook on Sunday 12/29 at 6 PM. At 5 you can hear John Platt’s list on WFUV. At 3 you can hear Ron Olesko’s on Folk Music Notebook at 3 PM. It’s going to be interesting to see how much overlap there will be. I might do an analysis on Monday.
This led to me feeling good for therapy. I accomplished something. I don’t do that often enough. When discussing my plan my therapist said that my life doesn’t suck. I was supposed to tell you other things about my therapist and now I’ve forgotten them. I’m very good at deliberately misunderstanding the things she says and making them sound bad and then telling her that I’m going to blog about it. But now I failed, I forgot what I was going to say. Let’s make believe that I figured out she was a vampire. It’s the kind of thing I’d say to her.
I’m sadly lacking on plans until New Year’s Eve when I have two things to do; in the afternoon I’m going to the New York Botanical Garden train show with Allison and Joe and then I’m going to my annual NYE part at Warren and Tina’s in Queens. Then the next afternoon my annual New Year’s Day party at Coco and Bruce’s. That trifecta is what led to her saying my life doesn’t suck.
I’m missing Dar’s annual post-Christmas show at the Bell House tonight. This is the first time I’m missing it in years. I just can’t justify the expense when I’m going to see her next month at the Irvington Folk Festival. I still feel bad about missing it. It’s usually one of the best shows of the year. Two years ago, Anaïs opened for her. That is something I could not miss.
I’ll save writing about Chanukah until tomorrow. That way I know I’ll have something to write about. Today is a stay in my jammies day. That’s not exciting to write about but good for my mental health.
Wise Madness 