I don’t write and things happen. Let’s set the wayback machine to February 14, 2023, the place Rockwood Music Hall Stage 3. Hey Mr. Peabody, why then? That’s when John Platt presented the most recent edition of On Your Radar Sherman. I am still obsessed with 60-year-old cartoons.
I have a routine now for OYR Days. I stay a little late at school then go to Trader Joe’s. I don’t have time to go home and come back into the City so I need to fill the time in between. I load up on good food that doesn’t need to be refrigerated and then eat dinner. This month I chose Shake Shack for the first time in years. I got the cheeseburger, fries, and of course the eponymous shake, more precisely it was a malt. That was an excellent dinner. Then I walked to Rockwood. This routine makes sure I get some exercise. I don’t get enough now, just walking to and from the subway and multiple trips up and down the stairs at school. My classroom is on the 4th floor. There is an elevator but I have never taken it, and I never will. My left hip is hurting today but not walking would hurt my ego which is a lot more sensitive.
They opened the doors to Stage 3 early. I generally arrive before doors and check out the room, most importantly if they saved the tables in the front row. This week I found Fred already sitting at our table. Usually Jeff, Carol, and Brianna sit behind us but I didn’t notice that somebody beat them to the table or I’d have saved it for them. No big deal they sat one table over. David came again. I didn’t notice till almost showtime or I’d have saved him a seat at our table. On Your Radar is as much about socializing as the music.
After the show Fred wisely reminded me to not forget my grocery bag. I had it covered but it’s better to err on the side of me forgetting something. As my parents used to say, “If your head wasn’t attached to your shoulders, you’d forget where you put them.
After the show David and I raced over to the F train which we take in opposite directions. As we arrived I saw that my train was due in one minute, so I ran. Right after I paid I noticed that something didn’t feel right. I had taken my groceries, but not my backpack. I had to go back to Rockwood to retrieve it. Why did this happen? Because I’m an idiot. Now that I wake up at 4:30 it is extra annoying to get home late.
I have gone without a working oven for a month. On Tuesday I was told I could make arrangements to have the new stove installed. Huzzah! The appliance store was well organized enough to give me a three hour delivery window. I had to leave work early to get home for the last one, 3-6 PM. That involved missing only five minutes of class time. I was making great time getting home when the train stopped at 155th street and just sat there. I was listening to music so I didn’t hear what was announced. I took the earbuds out and heard that there was something wrong and the train couldn’t move. We must have not been fully pulled into the station as the doors were kept clothes so i couldn’t get out and find an alternate route home. Luckily I was in the same car as the conductor. He opened one door halfway so he could go on the platform. I followed suit. I called an Uber so I wouldn’t be too late. I got home around 3:20 and hadn’t missed the delivery. At 4:15 I got the call that he was coming in five minutes. He called to confirm I was home. It was only then that I realized that the building’s elevator was out. I am on the second floor and always walk. I knew it was out but it didn’t register on me. I wondered if they would be able to get the range up to me. They did. There were two strong men. I felt sorry for them. They were also very friendly and efficient. They got out of there fast. They tested the oven, we had a little talk about our rat problem, she shook my hand as we both enjoyed our conversation, and they left. I made dinner, Chicken and roasted potatoes in the air fryer, but I made the half-baked bread in the oven. Dinner was exquisite. I need to make roasted potatoes more often.
I made my promotion for Gord’s Gold. It is an extra good one. You have to hear the segue from Marion Anderson singing America to Kemp Harris singing American Medley. It will change the way you feel about America, no matter how you feel about it now.
This morning I looked forward to my breakfast, as I always do. I went to the oven and heated the cast-iron skillet, or at least attempted to. It wouldn’t light, not even with a match. The oven wouldn’t light. I don’t think there was any gas coming out. Good thing I had the number for the appliance store. I called today and arranged for them to come tomorrow. I am going to see if there’s a way of making eggs in the air fryer or microwave. I imagine I can poach an egg in the microwave if I read up on the timing. I could just boil water in my pyrex measuring cup then drop the eggs into the water. Once again I’ll be making dinner in the air fryer.
I am off next week and have no plans. Someone I wanted to make plans with for something else is dodging me. I was going to try and see a show with my sister on Wednesday via TDF but they have no matinees. I have lots of reasons to be less than happy but I’m doing fine even though I am not getting therapy regularly. I don’t know why but I’m not looking a gift horse in the mouth. I learned that much in therapy. I am not going to dwell on things that will trigger depression. I will dwell on the fact that I just had a double hot chocolate instead.
Wise Madness 