Today’s goal, to finish recording Gord’s Gold before midnight, not start at midnight. I’ve wasted too much time already. I have to do more research before I start. Blogging is officially procrastination. There should be a word for productive procrastination. I have done everything else for the show, programmed the music, and made the excel file which I send to Ron at Folk Music Notebook so he knows the shows running order and that I copy and paste from to send to the Folk Music DJ list. It’s the perfect tool for that as I can so easily rearrange things. I did the spreadsheet right after I wrote the phrase “programmed the music” as I realized I hadn’t done it before. I could have lied but this helped prevent further procrastination. I just found a monkey wrench in my plans, I forgot I’m watching a Joe Crookston livestream and I have to make dinner too. One thing I didn’t get done today was talking to a friend.
I had a scare today, my phone told me I couldn’t send a text as I owed money. Somehow it took out $49.90 cents out of my account instead of $50.00. When I tried to add 10¢ It wouldn’t go through. I tried adding it through another route and this one told me that the minimum was $1. So now I have a balance of 90¢ and will have to try and remember to pay only $49.10 next month. This might not sound scary to you but it’s at the heart of my anxiety issues. My therapist will be proud of me when I tell her I handled it next session. Some people seek parental approval, I see psychologist approval. I missed two sessions as she was unavailable. I’ll have a lot to talk about.
I had disturbing dreams this morning as I slept late. Usually if I find I can’t get out of bed it’s because I’m having pleasant dreams and don’t want them to end. Today as I fluctuated between dreaming and waking the dreams were anything but pleasant. Most were loneliness dreams, I haven’t had those in ages, there was also frustration and anxiety. Nothing that rose to the level of nightmare. You know it’s bad when you dream of parking at Shea Stadium but never get to the game. If the Mets won it would have been worth the frustration and anxiety, but I woke before I went in. It could have been Citi Field; I can’t be certain.
As promised I made Philly cheesesteak with garlic for dinner last night. It was as wonderful as I remember. It’s been forever since I was able to buy the shaved beef I need. I meant to take a picture but of course forgot. I’ve become addicted to homemade potato chips. The mandoline makes it the easiest way to prepare a potato other than microwaved baked. There’s no more work needed to bake them in the oven but there’s so much extra time. I hate having to preheat the oven. Tonight’s dinner is kielbasa.
I’m listening to classical music as I write this, as I have been most of the day. Until I got inundated with new folk music that was what I usually did. Now to program one hour of music I have to listen to 10 hours of music. We’ll see if this inundation continues. I hope it does. I keep asking artists to send me music. I just wish the major labels were as cooperative. Joe Crookston is coming on now, so I better finish this up.
Wise Madness 