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May 10, 2008:


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Well, dear readers, these here notes should already be posted, but if they were they would only consist of this one sentence. We’ve actually never had one sentence notes before, have we? Oh, well, whatever opportunity for one sentence notes we had has been blown by the inclusion of two more sentences. I hate when that happens. In any case, I shall not tarry nor dally, I shall write like the wind, and I think we all know how the wind writes – the wind writes real bodice rippers, if you get my drift, bodice ripper-wise. Speaking of a bodice ripper, yesterday was a day in which things happened. Some of them were slightly annoying (my morning errand), and some of them were quite lovely (seeing dear reader Jose), and some of them were just there like so much fish. For example, I got up later than I wanted to, then toddled off to take care of the annoying errand. I then did several other errands, then did some work at the piano, and then on the computer. I made quite a few telephonic calls, then took delivery of the rest of the Evening Primrose CDs. When these are gone, the whole kit and caboodle are gone. Exactly what is the kit and the caboodle? That sounds like a movie with Sean Connery and Michael Caine, doesn’t it? Certainly caboodle is one of the more inane words ever created. Where was I? Oh, yes, I took possession of the Evening Primrose CDs. I then picked up an overdue package from the mail place, did a few more errands, and then it was time to pick up dear reader Jose and dear reader and assistant, Miss Adriana Patti. We did the drive and ended up at Claim Jumper. I ordered my bowl o’ clam chowder, biscuit, and side salad with crumbled bleu cheese and ranch dressing. I thought that was quite frugal, food-wise, but by the middle of the soup I was already full. Of course, that didn’t stop me from eating everything in sight. We all shared some onion rings – they were the biggest, fattest onion rings I’ve ever seen – I could only eat two. Jose had the roast chicken with fried zucchini sticks and some sort of potato thingee that he wasn’t too thrilled with. Miss Patti also had the roast chicken, and she had the mashed potatoes and some basmati rice. For dessert, Jose had some sort of towering many-layered chocolate cake – I had a few bites and it was quite yummilicious. Miss Patti had a mini-hot fudge sundae. Jose brought us up to date on all his activities and we also dished some dirt and dirted some dish. Then we toddled off to the theater. We not only had our sub reed player, we also had a sub drummer, so the show sounded a bit ragged. The sound issues seemed to be fixed, so that was good. We had a pretty full house of pretty unresponsive people. I believe you can really get a vibe from an audience when they’re waiting for the show to start, and none of these people seemed especially happy to be there. So, it was a fairly quiet show, with some unexpectedly big laughs in very odd places. But, the cast didn’t let it bother them and the pace of the show was really good, as were their performances. I was also shown two rave reviews, both of which I posted in last night’s posts, so if you want to see them, just go to the last page of yesterday’s posts. The Brain Tap mark was very funny. After the show, it was time to toddle homeward. I dropped dear reader Jose off by his lodgings, and then I toddled home where I immediately sat on my chair like so much fish.

Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because frankly this whole section wouldn’t be out of place in one of those bodice ripper novels that were so popular in their day. In fact, one of my favorites was entitled The Randy Vicar and the Girdle.

Today, I shall try to sleep in. I’m not intending to attend the matinee, but may go down for the evening show. On Sunday, I have to go down in the morning to do a put-in rehearsal for the actor who’ll be playing Rod for two performances next week, but I won’t be staying for the matinee. Instead, I’ll be supping with Mr. Walter Willison and Mr. Jose Simbulan at our very own Genghis Cohen.

I have quite a few motion pictures on DVD to catch up on, including my next two, Easy Living and The Major and the Minor – just when I’ll be catching up is anyone’s guess.

And just in case anyone’s forgotten, tomorrow is Mother’s Day, a day in which we celebrate all the mothers out there in the dark. Those who are the real mothers know who they are so I shan’t name names.

Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, sleep in, putter around the house, ship a few packages, and then perhaps see the evening performance of The Brain From Planet X. Today’s topic of discussion: I feel we need a reprise of soup day – what are your all-time favorite soups – which do you make at home (and feel free to share recipes), and where have you had your all-time favorite soups? I’ll start by mentioning the late lamented Butterfield’s, who had the best cream of mushroom soup on the planet. Unfortunately, they bit the dust about twenty years ago. Your turn. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, as we quickly turn the page of this bodice ripper.

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