Well, dear readers, I got some news for you: It is September. Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, August is but a memory and September is the here and now and also the now and here. And may I just say that it is my fervent hope and prayer that September will be a month filled with health, wealth, happiness, creativity, and all things bright and beautiful. And I MEAN it. Let’s all send our strongest most excellent vibes and xylophones for a great September, shall we, and let’s include some major miracles in those vibes and xylophones. Let’s make it the kind of September we try to remember. There, I’ve said it and I’m glad.
The final day of August wasn’t all that. I did have a little telephonic conversation with the fraud department of the bank and I must admit to going off on some poor chap – the problem is I should be going off on the claims department people but you can’t actually speak with them. So, I went off on some poor chap who heard me loud and clear and will be passing on my invective to the claims department. What they’re doing borders on outrageous and I’ve had it. So, I’m hoping this nightmare will be over by the beginning of the week – kind of the deadline I’m giving them until I really get nasty and believe me they haven’t seen nasty until they see me nasty. I only got about six hours of sleep, not enough. My problem is I really have not been going to bed until almost three every night. I had the alarm set for eleven but I woke up at nine and that was that.
I did the usual morning things – answer e-mails, work on the computer, and then I had to call AT&T because my visual voice mail on the iPhone had simply disappeared. I was certain that it happened when they changed my plan, and I was right. The woman had accidentally entered the wrong code for voice mail and it wiped out what I had and I had to start all over again once they’d fixed the code. I had to do a new message, new password – just ridiculous. Plus I’d saved a few important voice mails that I now no longer have. That all took too much of my time, and then I went and had a chili, cheese, and onion omelet and an English muffin. Then I picked up no packages even though a small one should have been there. Go know. Then I came home, buckled down, Winsocki, and finished the patter for the birthday concert, so that’s out of the way and one less thing to do. That took me into the evening. I did a two-and-a-half mile jog, then I went and put gas in the motor car. This was at eight-thirty. I figured there would be no one there at this time of night – I was wrong. Every pump was occupied and there were three cars lined up. Sorry, are we having a gas shortage? No, you morons, were not. I’m not sure, but perhaps Wednesday evenings is “Put Gas in Your Car Night” for the entitled of Studio City. So, I drove to another nearby station – it was six cents more, but these two stations are the cheapest in Studio City at under $2.90 (one was $2.78, the other 2.84). The second station was also jammed up, but thankfully there was one unoccupied pump and I got it.
Then I went to Gelson’s, where the entitled of Studio City were once again making a crowded deli section, compounded by the entitled soccer mom and her soccer son (and his brother – but the brother was shy and down to earth) – soccer mom was allowing her hockey puck to sample EVERYTHING (it was nine o’clock by this time), and then they bought up almost all the chicken tenders and some other stuff. Then the kid wanted to try the mashed potatoes. They gave him a sample and he and soccer mom and brother walked away and the server turned to me. We were discussing whether there were now any edible chicken tenders left, when the boy came back, stepped right in front of me, interrupted us and said he wanted a small container of mashed potatoes. The server couldn’t believe it and just looked at me to see if I wanted the two tenders. I told him to give the hockey puck his mashed potatoes. He did, but then the kid wanted to try the fried potatoes, and he got some of those, and then he wanted to try the teriyaki wings, and then he wanted some of those, and the mom came back and thought it was all so cute, her adorable All-American soccer boy. Finally another server got me the two damn chicken tenders. I would have said something about rudeness to soccer mom and her hockey puck but it would have gone right over their soccer heads. And that, ladies and germs, is parenting today. You know they were going right home and these kids would be eating all this food before bed – they should have been IN bed at nine.
I came home, ate my little snacks (also got a teeny-tiny bit of seafood salad), and then I went over the Kritzerland commentary, made some futzes and fixes and then listened to some music.
On this first day of September, I’ll eat a little something, I’ll jog, and then we have our second Kritzerland rehearsal, which I’m looking forward to. I have some errands and whatnot to do and hopefully I’ll pick up the package I thought I was picking up yesterday.
Tomorrow is a catch up day for me – lots o’ little stuff to do. Saturday we have our earlier than usual stumble-through and I’m sure we’ll eat something. I do have to be up early that day, as she of the Evil Eye is coming, and I’ll let her know she should be wrapped up by eleven-thirty, which is when we begin. I’m not sure I’ll be able to jog in the morning, because I’m not sure I’ll have time to shower and I’m not doing the rehearsal all sweaty. So, I’ll probably shower before she arrives, then jog later in the afternoon. Sunday is sound check and show, and I will, of course, have a full report for you. Of course Monday is a holiday and yet not for me – I’ll be doing this birthday concert thing. And then it’s all meetings and meals next week about various and sundried upcoming projects.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, jog, eat, hopefully pick up packages, and have our second rehearsal. Today’s topic of discussion: There have been quite a few wonderful songs about September or that mention September. What are your favorites? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, after which I’ll arise and remember that it is my fervent hope and prayer that September will be a month filled with health, wealth, happiness, creativity, and all things bright and beautiful.