Well, dear readers, yesterday was a day. And I do not wish to have such a day again for a long time to come. It began with me getting up early. That was fine. I then did the two-mile jog (just too hot to do more, even at that early hour). That was fine. I came home and did some more work on the lyric I’ve been slaving over. And then an old man came to my door. He asked if I knew that someone had broken in to my car. Say what? I told him no, I had no idea. He said the same thing had happened to him some time ago. I went outside and sure enough some sub-human creep had smashed the driver’s side door window to smithereens. Whoever the sub-human creep was, he’d stolen the little $150 GPS thing that was attached to my window. I immediately checked the new radio – still there. I opened the glove compartment and checked the iPod – still there, as were two blank checks I’d inadvertently left in there. Having your own property vandalized like that is really disturbing and off-putting and it ruined both my day and evening. I called my insurance company only to find out that I was not insured for such a break-in. I changed that right then and there. Then I called the police and filed a report, although there’s nothing they can really do. The officer did tell me that this has been happening a lot all over the Valley, this smash and run, and that most of it are these portable GPS units. Why is anyone’s guess. How much can they be getting for these units, without the box, or the electrical cord? I mean, replacing the window cost more than the bloody GPS unit. In any case, my insurance guy gave me the number of a company that comes out and installs new glass (and cleans up the shattered glass), so I called them and they were there in an hour and did a great and quick job of replacing the window. But I couldn’t get it out of my head – I was really annoyed and really angry about it, and just sent as much bad karma feeling as I could muster in the direction of the sub-human creep or creeps who did this. I resent having to have grief given to me by selfish, evil ASSHOLES with no lives. May they have nothing but horrid health problems and unhappiness for the rest of their sorry non-lives. Note to sub-human creeps: You WILL get yours, I promise you. I went to rehearsal, but could not concentrate at all, so other than making a handful of suggestions, I wasn’t very helpful, I’m afraid. However, sitting there going through music, I did realize that the path we’ve been going down in terms of the show and its structure, was not sitting well with me, and I just knew it was not going to work. I did, of course, get pleasure listening to Miss Purl and Mr. Spirtas sing beautifully to the piano stylings of the extraordinary John Boswell. I left the work session after two hours – I just had no more to give. However, on the way home I figured out what was bugging me about the show, and I figured out how to solve it. When something isn’t working for me, I just get quiet and pensive and lose all my energy until I figure it out. I picked up a couple of packages and came home. I still felt weird and I could not shake it. Kevin came over and we went to Jerry’s Deli, where my usual turkey sandwich was not so hot. But I told him what I was thinking and he agreed completely, and we talked through the set-up of the show, and now it should all work really well, because I freed us from a very restrictive and difficult concept. It will be much easier now, and much more fun, too. After that, I came home and finally sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I watched yet more episodes of Lost, some of which were aces, and some of which were not. It’s almost like they were hunting and pecking still trying to find the tone and what was working. And sometimes the little “shocker” moments are just too outré to work. But I’m still enjoying it and seeing where they’re going with it. Again, the Blu-Ray is amazingly sharp and colorful, and the sound is fantastic.
Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below because I am quite exhausted from this day.
Today, we are hoping for a much better day, no grief from sub-human creeps, and just a happier than happy time of it. I will get up early, do the long jog, and then I have a lunch meeting at Musso and Frank, which I’m really looking forward to. I haven’t been there in a ‘coon’s age. After that, I will have a lot of errands and whatnot to attend to, and hopefully more packages will arrive. I think I shan’t do much of anything once I get past three-o’clock.
Tomorrow, I have another work session with Linda and Kevin, and this one will probably go longer than yesterdays. I’m hoping it will be very productive and creative. Thursday, I’m not sure what’s happening – I’m supposed to have a dinner, but I’m not sure I want to. We’ll have to see how I feel.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, do the long jog, have a lunch meeting, try to finish proofing the book, and do errands and whatnot. Today’s topic of discussion: I don’t have the energy to think of one – my brain is fried. So, someone come up with something wonderful. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I try to sleep without constantly worrying about sub-human creeps doing sub-human things.