I’m not following my normal Sunday schedule. I tried recording Gord’s Gold between one and two PM. At 1:05 I got a notification on my phone that my Amazon delivery was one stop away. As I didn’t want to be interrupted I decided to wait until it arrived to start. I realized that was not a great decision 20 minutes later when it hadn’t arrived. I looked at the delivery notice on my phone, it showed that the truck was at the end of my block. It wasn’t and I just realized what happened. The truck missed the turn for my house, when I looked at the map he was at the wrong end of a one-way street. He had to drive around to reach my house and I suspect he made other stops. I decided to try and record but of course by then it had become noisy. At 1:38 I got an alert that the package had arrived. He’s supposed to ring my bell at leave it at my door. He obviously didn’t do that. He is also supposed to take a picture of the package so I can see it has arrived. He didn’t. I opened my door, and the package wasn’t there. I decided to check the lobby. They aren’t supposed to leave it there. The package was 40 lbs of cat litter, not something I wanted to lug up to my apartment. The driver has a dolly. To make it even more fun the box was damaged and started tearing when I tried to pick it up. I finally managed to get it into the elevator and then into the apartment. The box never made it inside. Good think the trash room is right next door. By the time I was set it was 1:52 and the Kennedys weekly live stream started at 2:00. I should have sacrificed listening to the show and recorded anyway but I didn’t. Instead, I’m trying to write as I listen. That’s extra difficult as I like to engage in the chat. The Kennedys are over, I don’t hear street noise. I’m going to try and record. See you on the other side.
I did it! Of course, that was hours ago. By the time I finished recording I forgot that I was writing. A three-minute segment took me almost an hour to record. I need to improve on that. Part of that was because of a technical issue. As I was recording I couldn’t believe how bad the sound was. I tweaked all my setting and thought I found the recording sweet spot. Then what came out sounded lo-fi and low volume. Even when I moved everything to 11 it was too soft. I checked to see that I had the input set to the external USB mic. It was. So, what was wrong? No matter what you have the source set to the USB mic won’t work if it’s not plugged in. If there’s a problem you can pin down assume the cause is that you’re an idiot. At least assume that I’m an idiot.
I woke up this morning and discovered that there was no hot water. The water was so cold I couldn’t wash my hands without getting frostbite. Good thing I keep hand sanitizer in the house. Not only is there no hot water there is no heat. I’m wearing two hoodies and my warm slippers, but my hands are still icy. I might have to put on long underwear and gloves. I keep having to warm up my finger so I can type.
I have an appointment for an infusion tomorrow, but we are expecting a blizzard. I suspect it might be canceled. As they are already operating at capacity how will they do the rescheduling? The only solution I can think of is asking everyone to move their appointment back a day. Some will not be able to do so but try that with as many people as possible. A miracle, I’m not out of either eggs or milk. I was planning on buying bagels and eggs tomorrow because the best places to get them are across the street from where I get my infusion. I’m out of bagels but I have other bread to use for breakfast. All the food I was planning on buying is less urgent than the medication. I should point out to new Gentle Readers that I am not getting chemo, the infusions are to prevent Crohn’s disease attacks. I’m going to live forever.
I woke up this morning thinking about calling a friend. She has Crohn’s disease so my mind then went to another friend looking to start infusions for Crohn’s and one whose son is. There’s a Crohn’s epidemic amongst my friends. It’s a rare disease so it’s odd that I have so many friends that suffer. It’s not pure coincidence as it’s more common among Ashkenazi Jews and a disproportionate number of my friends share my heritage. It’s one of the joys of centuries of inbreeding. We do not have hybrid vigor, but we have the best bagels, so it’s a fair tradeoff. As I said I woke up thinking about this. It was probably riffing off a dream. The entire time I was singing or humming in my head a song. Usually when that happens it’s an original melody that sadly came to me from the ether as opposed to a songwriter than could do something with it. That’s not what happened last night, it was I Have to Kill You Now, by Carla Ulbrich.
I didn’t write it, but it does fit in with my brain. That’s why I love Carla. I better put this to bed and make my dinner. It will be exciting being in a room with lit stove. Maybe I’ll crawl into it. I have a feeling that instead of cooking the chicken that’s defrosted but will take a long time to cook I’ll just make a grilled ham and cheese sandwich and salt potatoes. I’ll keep my hands over the pot of boiling water.
Wise Madness 