Yesterday’s adventure was walking to and from Aldi. That’s not that exciting but I did walk 4.42 miles and burned 480 calories. The hill coming home with all my groceries is the killer. It’s 157 feet high. What’s my idiot story? I know I had an idiot story. I guess that my idiot story is that I forgot my idiot story. I got COVID-19 tested. There was a testing station set up right in front of the shopping center. This is the first place I’ve been to that uses but rapid and PCR testing. That’s great. The rapid came back negative. I love the woman doing the testing. She was so friendly, engaging with the customers. The important thing is she didn’t just laugh at my jokes she also played along with me. I did the test before I went into the store so the rapid result would be ready when I was finished. During the testing we bantered about the people blasting their car radios so we couldn’t hear each other and the magic spot in my nose that will set off a sneezing fit. When I came back for my results she asked for my ID. I acted hurt, “You don’t remember all my info?” She said, “Of course I do, I’m testing you.”
I’ve been spending a lot of time working on my top albums of 2021 show. I knew the top album without thinking about it. That often happens. The others are tougher. I have listened to more new albums this year than every before. I was afraid that I hadn’t given some the attention they deserve, and I discovered that fear was warranted. I get a new album, find a song I like to play on Gord’s Gold and then move on to other music to play that week and might not always get back to the album, or only listen while doing other things. Yesterday I listened as I walked and added two albums to my top ten. One was from a long-time favorite artist that I was taking for granted. I know she’s great and I like her personally and my usual fear is overrating an album because it’s comfort food. Your mom’s mac & cheese might make you feel good, but you should be self-aware enough to realize that doesn’t make it one of the greatest dishes in the world. Turns out this album was not my mom’s mac & cheese but my mom’s duck, which really is one of the greatest dishes.
Right now, I have five albums that have survived the first two elimination rounds. There is a bit of a skew, they are all primarily by women. I plenty of more albums to go through a few by men are candidates to make the cut. I’m trying to not let it influence me. I’m not listening as I write this as the idea is to listen closely. I get intimidated looking at the list I still have to listen to.
Today’s one of those days that I’m having trouble staying awake. I hate that. I’m going to make breakfast, drink coffee, and see if that helps. Let’s hope that the energy and ideas flow stronger tomorrow.
Wise Madness 