Well, dear readers, can someone please tell me how it can be Thursday? I mean, it simply cannot be Thursday and yet it is Thursday because this week is flying by, like a gazelle drinking extract of vanilla. I gotta tell you. In any case, it is Thursday and frankly or even georgely, that boggles my already boggled mind. And here’s how boggled my mind is – for some reason I could not fall asleep until about two in the morning. For some reason I woke up at three-thirty and didn’t get back to sleep until four-fifteen. For some reason, the alarm in the house went off at 8:56 in the morning. It woke me rather abruptly and I didn’t know what the HELL was going on. At first I thought it was a smoke detector, but I realized it didn’t sound like a smoke detector. Then I thought it was my iPhone, but, of course, my iPhone could never make a sound that obnoxious or loud. I traced the sound to the security panel, and saw the readout PH1. Since I don’t have a penthouse I didn’t know what the HELL that meant. PH1 – that sounded like a shampoo. And I was so groggy and not able to focus that I just stood there like so much fish thinking the police would come and shoot me in my pajamas. Of course, what the police would be doing in my pajamas is anyone’s guess. I put in my code and that didn’t stop it. I stood there in a useless fashion (sleeping shorts, and cute t-shirt), and then found my instruction sheet, which said that you not only had to enter your code, you had to also enter “enter.” I hate when that happens. So, I entered “enter” and the damn thing shut up. I then called the security company and asked them what the HELL happened. They told me that at 8:56 my phone line went down for about thirty seconds, and when one’s phone line goes down that triggers the alarm – that’s what PH stood for – phone. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one calling. So, that mystery was solved. I shuffled over to the computer, feeling 100 years old and, more importantly, LOOKING 100 years old. I did a little work on the computer, solidified the lunch meeting plans, printed out some orders, responded to some e-mails, had some telephonic conversations, and that was that. Alet came by to pick up her music and CD, and then I moseyed on over to Barney’s Beanery for the lunch meeting. It was grand fun and there was a lot of interesting chatter, both fun chatter and business chatter, not to mention an excellent chicken salad sandwich with bacon and onion rings. After that, I came back to the San Fernando Valley, went to the mail place and picked up one little package, and then came home. Once home, I did some more work on our Gardenia show, did a mile and a half jog, made another CDR for the singer that’s coming today, and then I finally sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I watched seven count them seven episodes of Adam-12. I did not realize that Stephen Cannell was the story consultant on the show. In any case, I loved all seven episodes, and we had some great guest stars like Henry Jones and the ever-gorgeous Miss Leslie Parrish. And there were some fantastic location shots. My favorite was the corner of Ventura and Colfax, where Malloy and Reed cornered a robber in a gas station. That gas station is now one of those tiny strip malls with a Subway and a falafel place. And when they did the reverse shots look east at Colfax, there was a radio/TV repair shop where now stands the Studio Café – the car dealership next door was, at that time, a Volvo/Fiat dealership. Another episode was shot at Moorpark and Beverly Glen, right near where my first house was. The Cadillac dealership may still be there, and that area remains basically the same. And then there was a wonderful scene in another strip mall (with Barbara Nichols, great as always) – I could see the address clearly – 10859 – so I figured it must be on Moorpark, since that’s the street that’s used most often. But I drove over to where that address would be and I knew instantly that it couldn’t be Moorpark. I also ruled out Riverside, which left the next major street north of that, Magnolia. So, I drove to that address on Magnolia and voila, there it was, exactly as it had been thirty-eight years ago, only now it houses my beloved Kansas City Barbecue – isn’t that amazing? That side of the street looks exactly the same. The other side of the street bears no resemblance to what it once was – now it’s one of those very big mini-malls with a supermarket, various and sundried fast food jernts, and other little stores. I did manage to snooze a little, too, but not enough.
Then I did some more work on the computer, ate some melon balls and prosciutto as well as some grapes and that was my day and that was my night. Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below and pray that I do not EVER see PH1 again, for I must have my beauty sleep.
Today, Miss Lesli Margherita will be coming over to pick up her CD and music. I think there’s a little more to do than I’d told her (mostly because of some put-togethers of two songs to make one number) so I’ll make sure she’s okay doing all of it – if not, I’ll either cut one number or give Alet one more song (Alet will do however many I throw at her). I’m hoping Lesli will be fine – they’re all really good songs, but it depends on her schedule and how busy she is. After that, I’m not sure if I’m meeting our very own JMK or if I’m seeing him tomorrow. In any case, I have more liner notes to write and things to prep.
Tomorrow, I’ll be meeting with JMK unless I’m meeting with him today, in which case I won’t meet with him tomorrow as I’ll have already met with him today. Other than that, tomorrow is pretty open for a jog, writing, and errands and whatnot.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, do a jog, give out music, maybe meet with JMK, and do various and sundried errands and whatnot. Today’s topic of discussion: Who was your very first romantic crush? How old were you, and were you able to do anything or did you crush from afar? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hope I have a good night’s sleep with no unseemly interruptions from PH1.