Idiot X 3

It just hit me that when I’m not writing about music and food I’m telling you idiot stories, tales of me being an idiot, or being the smartest guy in the room, tell My Gentle Readers about things I think many people don’t know or misunderstand. I’m comfortable with the latter when the subjects are objective, like science and historical facts, less so when things become political. I’m always open to telling idiot stories. I have a few for you today. I can think of three off the top of my head, let’s see if I forget one of them and have to use forgetting as my third idiot story.

Ron sent me a message that Folk Music Notebook has a new show, Live from Caffè Lena, the first episode will stream on Wednesday July 7. I was preparing the next Gord’s Gold when I received it and I made a note on my playlist spreadsheet, so I’d remember to announce it on my show. I hadn’t made the spreadsheet yet, so I created it just to add the note. Then when I recorded the show I saw the spreadsheet was titled 7-2-21, I always name from the date the show airs. If my show that airs on Tuesday is the second then Wednesday would be the third, not the seventh. I was of course all wrong, today is July 2, and it’s not Tuesday. As the playlist on Windows Media Player says the next Gord’s Gold is on; July 6 which makes July 7 a Wednesday. By then I had scripted out the show and had to go back and change my reference to Canada Day being the day before. How did I screw all this up? I’m an idiot.

I had therapy yesterday. I had to admit to my therapist that I hadn’t done my most important homework. As much as I avoid things that give me anxiety I try extra-hard to be truthful with my therapist. I told her that I’d do my homework as soon as we were off the phone, and I was dressed. The homework necessitating going out into the steambath. There were a few delays, but I did get ready to leave. I gathered everything I needed and went out the door but couldn’t lock it. Why? I didn’t have my keys. I went back to my room to get my keys. They weren’t where I always leave them. I looked all over the floor in case I dropped them. They weren’t there. I looked in the pockets of the shorts I wore last time I went out, no luck. I went downstairs to see if I left them in the mailbox, I didn’t, and of course I couldn’t  as if I had I would not have been able to get back into my apartment. I didn’t want to waste more time, so I found a set of spare keys, make sure they worked, and headed out.

It was of course pouring rain, but I was good and went on my errand. By then it had stopped raining and I went on my Donut Walk™. When the rain stopped the temperature and humidity shot up, it was not a comfortable walk. I had an issue with my phone, so I turned it off and let it cool down. That  meant it didn’t record all my walking. It says I walked 3.7 miles, but it must have been over 4. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to walk today because of the weather. I should have done it in the morning. When I got home I was soaking wet with sweat so hopped right into the shower. I love a cool shower when I’m hot. In one way it’s better than a swim. You can start off with the water and skin temperature then cool it down, so you don’t get the shock of going from hot air to cool water. I wasn’t done after that, I turned on the AC and had an ice cream soda. Then I settled down for my TV reward for doing my errand, getting to watch Star Wars: The Bad Batch. I told my therapist I wouldn’t watch until I had taken care of what I had to do. I turned it on and there was no new episode! Oh no, the season was over! What show would I look forward to on Fridays? Would Loki now be the only appointment TV for me? Who has caught my idiot story? Yesterday wasn’t Friday it was Thursday. I usually have therapy on Fridays, that’s what threw me off. Two of my idiot stories involved getting days and dates wrong. I watched The Bad Batch today while I ate brunch.

What about my keys? When I was on the walk I ran things over in my head and realized that the keys must have fallen out of my pocket after I got dressed. When would that have happened? When I sat in my recliner. When I got home I found them on the cushion. I should have thought of that immediately. Things always fall out when I sit in comfy seats wearing pants with front vent pockets.

Last night I finished recording Gord’s Gold. The radio gods were kind, and nobody set off fireworks as I recorded. I didn’t even have to make a human sacrifice. The radio gods are not as ruthless as the parking gods. If you want good parking spots in New York a human sacrifice is necessary. It’s well worth it. Maybe I can go into the priest business and make the sacrifices for people, in exchange of a financial sacrifice on their parts. The courts have become so deferential to the free exercise clause of the First Amendment I’ll be able to do that legally.

It looks like I’ll be spending the 4^th of July weekend alone at home. It’s time to start making plans for my birthday. Right now, all that’s on my calendar is an appointment with my gastroenterologist.