Resting is for Politicians

Okay. It is shameless promotion time again.  If you are in the Southern California area, on October 29th I will be at the Santa Clarita Performing Arts Theatre for one night only of "Jay Johnson: The Two and Only!" One night only, the Two and Only.

On the ship my last night there was a new cruise director who introduced me like this: "You are going to enjoy the performance of the one and only Jay Johnson, the Two and Only." Some sort of dyslexic reversal of information.  I could see half the audience adjusting their hearing aids.

As nice as it is, there really is no relaxing on the ship.  Between performing and getting ready to perform and the Russian Acrobats doing drunken flip-flops in the crew hallway at 3:00AM I always seem to be tired.  Add to that a 10 hour travel day on two planes to get back and I am ready for a vacation when I get home.  However, after being out of touch for the last week there is so much to catch up on I have to hit the floor running.  Yeah I know this isn't a business for sissys, and they could be sending me to a casino in Death Valley rather than Alaska, but tired is tired.

Unfortunately life does go on here at the Johnson house even when I am tired.  Sandi hired some guys to trim the trees right outside the bedroom.  She thought they were coming on Saturday.  As I was having a dream that I was falling asleep trying to cross a glacier I was awaken at 7:00AM THIS morning to the beautiful sounds of chain saws chewing away pulp at my window.  That is such a pleasant sound to wake up to.  I tried to go back to sleep but I couldn't.  

There you have it, the yen and yang of life.  The spooky sounds of White Thunder from the Hubbard Glacier one morning chain saws the next.  

As you were,

Jay