Tuesday, 1/20

This week should be interesting.

Here's what I mean. Today is a “normal” day, if one considers being on the radio all day “normal”. Tomorrow, I shoot a “High School Bowl” and then spend the rest of the day on radio. Thursday, I do radio, then head up to Kaufman for “Legends & Lore III: Marquette Unknown” with Jack for the History Center. I (hopefully) get a little sleep, then wake up Friday to another episode of “High school Bowl” and a full day of radio. Saturday, I head out into the (forecasted) below-zero cold at the Dome to announce the names of all 1,200 (or so) skiers coming across the finish line at the Noquemanon.

I'd then like to say I'll have time to pass out, but Sunday I'll have to do all my usual weekend chores AND write the TV piece that I'll be doing Monday.

I really need to have a talk with whoever plans my schedule.

8-)

Actually, I have no doubt I'll be able to physically do it all. I'm a little worried about my voice holding out, but as long as I don't talk when I don't need to talk, and I drink a lot of tea, I should be okay. Nope; the thing I'm kinda curious about is the decompression aspect of it all. Or, more to the point, the lack-of-decompression aspect of it all.

Let me explain—normally, when you do something “big”, like put on a history show in front of 800 people, or host two TV shows, or announce 1,200 names, you like to “decompress” afterwards. You like to put your feet up, and reflect upon what just happened (or, at least, that's what I like to do). But with so many events in the next six days coming bam-bam-bam, one right after the other, I won't have the chance to do that. I'll either be rushing from event to event, preparing for the next event to come up, or trying to fit in things like eating & sleeping. From the time I head to NMU tomorrow morning to the time I stop making fun of Kevin Monday night I'll have done a whole bunch of amazing stuff.

I just have to hope I remember what it all was.

Now, I'm not complaining. After all, I know just how fortunate I am to be able to do all this. And I'm gonna have a blast doing it all. This may be picky on my part, but I just wish I'd have a few minutes to appreciate it all while it's happening, instead of looking back on it a few days later and hoping I got everything out of the six days that I hoped to.

Oh well; that's (my) life. And if, over the next few days, I cheat on these by sharing a “best of” or put up a picture or a video in place in place of an entire blog of the usual weird thoughts and garbled syntax, forgive me.

The only excuse I can offer is that it's gonna one blur of a week.

(jim@wmqt.com)