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I missed one day but it feels like forever since I’ve written. Last night I had these serious ideas to write about. Now I’m not sure what they all were or if I will write any of them. One requires some courage on my part. I’ll start easy, idiot story adjacent, both related to Gord’s Gold. I try to get everything down to a system; the fewer things you have to think about the fewer mistakes you’ll make. The goal is to make procedures foolproof in the knowledge that I’m likely to be the fool. When I say that I’m an idiot, I’m not really putting myself down. I’m an idiot because I’m human and all humans are sometimes idiots. Making mistakes is natural, acting as if you don’t is stupid, and in a more essential way. When I prepare Gord’s Gold I keep everything about each show in one folder. That includes all the sound files and the spreadsheet with the show’s running order; then I can just send it all together to Folk Music Notebook to be streamed. Today I got a message from Ron that I didn’t send the spreadsheet. I couldn’t believe it; it wasn’t in the folder. Where was it? How did that happen? What happened was that for the first time I made a template for the setlist and used that. Then I just hit save after filled it out for this week’s show. Next week the first thing I do is save it in the right folder.

On the next Gord’s Gold I’m playing a song by Moxy Früvous. There was a time when they were my favorite band. I have never been more involved with a fan community as with the Früheads. Some I’m still close to, some I haven’t talked to in 20 years, and others fall somewhere in between. Not only will I play the song I’ll talk about what the band and community meant to me. I decided to write all my old Frühead friends. That meant running through all my contacts looking for them, I found 48, plus three members of the band. I forgot I had the band members emails; I didn’t include them in the email to all the artists I have an email for. Just going through the email addresses was enjoyable, it triggered many fun memories. I now have them all in an email label,
Früheads. Then I sent the email to all 51 people. As expected many of them bounced. I asked those I’m still in touch with via Facebook their new addresses. Then I got an email telling me that I’m an idiot; I didn’t send out the email BCC. I hate when people. Now I’m that guy, the one that doesn’t know to send out large lists BCC. I braced for a slew of reply to all emails but that didn’t happen. My friends are smarter than me, at least the few that responded. I always use BCC when sending emails that aren’t intended to start a discussion within the entire group. Why didn’t I this time? Because after I started to write the email I realized I didn’t have a pre-existing list of Früheads, and I went to my contacts page to create it. When I was finished with that I forgot what I was up to and hadn’t clicked on BCC. Mea culpa. Nobody is upset with me, but I’m upset with myself. I was discourteous, though unintentionally.

I’d doing a good job keeping up with Donut Walks™. For the second time I was on the phone for most of the walk. I like that. The direct walk to the store and back is too short, I want to walk at least three miles a day. I’ve been varying my route, today I took a new one as I picked up eggs on the way home. I ended up walking 3.56 miles. I almost forgot the most exciting part. I didn’t just get a free donut from Krispy Kreme; I got a free coffee! I might have to marry Krispy Kreme. Anyone know if it is in a relationship?

Speaking of me being insane I got a call from my therapist’s office today. I had called them just after they closed on Friday and they returned the call. My last session was canceled, and I was not giving the opportunity to reschedule. That’s what my call last week was for. What I found out today is that my therapist is out until May for reasons they didn’t tell me. I was asked if I wanted an appointment with someone else. My first reaction was no, I have too much back story to cover; I could never get a new therapist up to speed before my regular one returns. The problem is that now on top of all my normal anxiety, I’m anxious because I have another month without therapy and it’s already been two weeks. I decided to take the appointment with the new person to deal with that anxiety. I’m talking to her on Thursday. I’ll see how that goes; I’ll continue with her until mine returns. I love my therapist.