Well, dear readers, it is a Monday sort of Monday, isn’t it? It is a Monday that feels like a Monday. Some Mondays feel like Tuesdays, don’t they? Conversely, some Tuedays feel like Mondays, don’t they? But, today is a Monday sort of Monday and I’m in a Monday sort of mood. Yesterday, I was in a Sunday sort of mood. I woke up, clothed myself, brushed my teeth, and met the day. I relaxed around the home environment, did a few errands in the car environment, then came home and even did a spot of writing. It was a lovely day, punctuated by the odd food stuff being shoved down my gaping hungry maw. My Gaping Hungry Maw – that shall be the title of my next novel.
Yesterday, I watched a motion picture on DVD entitled Return to Peyton Place, which, as you might imagine, was the sequel to Peyton Place. It’s not a very good movie and never quite reaches the trashy heights of its predecessor. It does have stony-jawed Mr. Jeff Chandler, and it does have perky Carol Lynley (as Allison McKenzie). My favorite performances in the film, however, belong to the wonderful Mary Astor, as a mother who loves her son, and I do mean loves her son, and the always-sublime Miss Tuesday Weld. Yes, I was in a Tuesday sort of mood on Sunday. As a matter of fact, now that I’m thinking about it, I’m in a Tuesday sort of mood right now, even though I’m also in a Monday sort of mood. You see, it is possible to be in both a Monday and Tuesday sort of mood as long as Monday is a day and Tuesday is a Weld. Where was I? Oh, yes, Return to Peyton Place. The film does have the return of Franz Waxman and his beautiful themes, and it occasionally reaches enough giddy silliness to make it worthwhile viewing (I especially loved the scene where Mr. Chandler and Miss Lynley edit and rewrite her five-hundred page manuscript in one long afternoon and evening). Certainly the film proves that Mr. Jose Ferrer was not a very good film director. But, he did have the good taste to have his then-wife, Miss Rosemary Clooney, sing the song over the main titles. The transfer is fine – not the sharpest I’ve seen, but certainly decent, with vibrant colors.
What am I, Ebert and Roeper all of a sudden? Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because that is just what one does on a Monday sort of Monday when one is in a Monday (day) sort of Tuesday (Weld) mood.
I was invited by my pal Joan Ryan to see our pal Barbara Deutsch in a reading of Neil Simon’s The Prisoner of Second Avenue, which, I believe, takes place at the Alex Theater in Glendale on this very evening. I’ll know more about it in the morning, but I’m looking forward to it.
Tuesday I do the ASCAP/Disney Workshop thingee, and I have several other things planned this week – a bit busier than I had intended. I still hope to get writing in every day (I’ve really been enjoying myself, even though starting something is always difficult), and I have many errands to also attend to. Also, the Floor People are supposed to come and repair the flooring in the bedroom – if they can’t finish that in one day (they will try to), it will be a major inconvenience, since they have to move the dresser and the bed out of there. We shall see what we shall see and after we see what we shall see we will have seen what we shall have seen.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, luxuriate in my Monday sort of Monday mood (with a soupcon of Tuesday (Weld) thrown in for good measure), I must flit about like a gazelle in a girdle, I must eat something interesting, and then I must go off to the Dale of Glen to see a play reading. Today’s topic of discussion: If you could take our haineshisway.com Time Machine back in time and be a fly-on-the-wall on any movie set in history, what set would it be and why that movie? Conversely, if you could be a fly-on-the wall of any rehearsal room for a Broadway musical, what would it be and why? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, on the Monday sort of Monday.