Today's list

My neophyte announcer is getting better. She still needs to catch the knack of having conversation with the listener rather than speaking at them but since she took the suggestion to work the shift with a topic in mind, it is starting to happen. And I am getting calls from listeners who like the change so that is one worry off my plate.

To change a station that has been the same for more than twenty five years is risky business, especially in a niche market as I court the chance of alienating existing listeners long before I can bring in new ones. So Faith 102 is flourishing and my ad campaign will start this week - Faith renewed and strengthened- with a rainbow, a rock and footprints in the sand to create the image.

As for 90.7, the arm that I do my show on, I have introduced a short on sports called Not Just Cricket and will run an hour each week entitled "A different taste in Music' an hour of jazz, of classical, of reggae, soca, blues, zydeco. Different each week and advertised to catch the eye of the late night crowd who will listen to my oasis in the desert of the night.

At least, I hope so. I am stretched beyond thin at the moment. Doing training, managing , doing interviews, recording and editing. Coming up with concepts, doing all production, and every week MTM. Then walking in this morning and we need two print ads to publish Wednesday, concept and design. One for each station. And I did them. In the hour I had earmarked for recording the next three hurricane hints and assembling them with music, intro extro, hook.

So my domino day began to totter and now I have just completed the overflow, editing here at home between browsing the threads, researching a couple of ideas, writing a poem and now this thought to end my day. Gods! Am I whining now? No. Just venting. It is a lot to do and days are holding steady at twenty four hours no matter how I try to stretch them.

I went downstairs earlier to visit with my sister who came in from St. Lucia, only to find that when she's here she doesn't do the cooking I abandon while she's here. She tells our mother where the kitchen is. (Our mother will not cook, so I do to keep her diet balanced.)

So now I am torn. Do I take the break and let mama eat sandwiches or do I cook as usual? I think I will tell my sister to cook, she gets free room and board, she can cook. When I came back upstairs one of the feral cats had made itself at home because I left the door ajar. It greeted me from deep inside the apartment and twined around my ankles as if I belonged to it. Maybe I do.

For a moment it felt like love.