Basted, Roasted, Toasted and Fried

Thanksgiving will never be the same! I know how the turkey feels as it is basted and roasted. I did my personal turkey simulation at the US Rowing Nationals in Indianapolis, IN, July 20-24. I had the privilege of being a referee at this amazing event. It was fun, but the climate performed with temps in the 90s and all the humidity we could stand.

Instead of a delicious savory juice applied by a cook, I basted myself with SPF 50! sunscreen (Yes! sunscreen lovers, it does come in SPF 50). The temperatures were so intense that frequent rebastings were needed to prevent burning. Even so, I came away with a wonderful tan -- a healthy pre-cancerous glow, so to speak.

The month of July has left me roasted and toasted. Having lived for most of the past 20 years in coolish climes, I'm not much of a hot weather person. Extended periods of intense heat -- such as the week in Indiana and some days here in Boston -- leave me totally abstracted. Toasted! Chilled air (air conditioning) just feels like refrigeration.

Frying has taken the most time. This process started with the completion of two books in less than 6-months. It is a thrill to see the book, A Call to Action,  that I edited for Bryan and Jeff Eisenberg zoom to the top of the charts, however, it was a considerable effort for all involved. Like a short order cook, while this book was on the front burner, my own book Business Blogs: A Practical Guide was awaiting final editing, by me. That done, plus some fascinating client projects, has left me fried.

So when the dog days of summer arrived, I decided to snooze on the porch with the other dogs instead of blogging. For recreation, I've chased a little white ball across very nice lawns (golf courses) instead of blogging. As summer comes to a close, my blogging efforts will increase, my golfing will decrease, my swimming will decrease, my boating will decrease, so there should be plenty of time for thoughtful blogging.

Comments

[Dave Greten]

My hat off to you. I rowed in this year's Masters Nationals in Worcester MA. It was hot as blazes. I got cooked and I spent most of my time seeking shade. I can't imagine what it was like to be on the water all day long.