It’s tough not listening to Old-Time Radio…
I don’t think I’ve listened to any OTR in over a week. There never seem to be enough hours in a day…I admit I do listen to news from radio stations streamed across the Internet during the morning while getting my daughter together and ready for school and trying to handle the mailing list and answer email at the same time, but usually I have some time in the afternoon to listen to OTR while programming when the Katester is sitting in kindergarden learning how to be even better at getting whatever she wants from the old man.
But for the last week or so, I’ve been so darned busy with stuff that’s been popping up, I haven’t had time to listen to anything. I’ve been going through video and audio tape and discs gathering information for this fall’s tribute to Harry Bartell (I’ll talk more about that sometime real-soon-now), transfering video into the computer for burning to DVD, fixing things around the house (today a front door hinge, later today or tomorrow a replacement valve in the toilet, that sort of thing), late last week I finalized all the tax information for the accountant (who seemed a little surprised that I wasn’t coming in on April 14th)…it’s all just conspired to make it impossible to listen to any OTR.
Man, I miss it.
And I can’t figure out how other people seem to have so much time to kick back and listen. There seem to be so many things that need to be done nowadays that it drives me crazy when I talk to someone and they say, “yeah, I listened to three Nick Carter episodes and a Shadow yesterday,” while I’m trying to figure out where the d*mned screwdriver is I used yesterday.
Jealous? Me? Na…
But if I don’t soon get some time to listen to some shows, I’m going to need a bunch of guest-bloggers to take up the slack…
March 25th, 2004 at 4:50 pm
Not enough time? I know what you mean! I’m RETIRED (no one to get ready for school, etc.) but I seem always to be catching up with a list-full of errands. It’s amazing how long it can take to change a lightbulb when you have to find the bulb (which is in a kitchen cabinet, where the bread, peanut butter and jelly are, so you also have to make a sandwich and then a pot of coffee to go with it), move a ladder from another room (hey! look at that box in the closet … I wonder what’s in there? Oh! Old pictures! Let’s have a look!),go to the living room, where the burned-out bulb is (hey, the mail came!) and then answer the phone (”switch my phone service to AT&T … no thanks … oh, OK, I’ll listen to the benefits) and, finally, try to remember why I’m sitting at the phone with a lightbulb and ladder! I now listen, along with my wife, as we fall asleep (yes, I know, there might be other distractions then, but not that many at age 60).
So, you’re not alone!