Well, dear readers, guess what we had yesterday? Well, I’ll tell you what we had yesterday because why should I withhold such things from you dear readers? We had us some real rain, that’s what we had yesterday. In fact, it rained most of the day and most of the evening, and is coming down pretty good even as I write these here notes.
Now, I have to tell you that yesterday was an excruciatingly bad day in terms of necessary miracles not arriving and having to deal with stuff, some of it in a quite strong way. I find it completely debilitating and find it hard to keep focused on what I’m enjoying doing, namely writing a book. To that end, my shower thing works pretty well for washing crap down the drain, but really we do need the strongest most excellent vibes and xylophones for miraculous miracles or things are going to get very messy indeed and it’s far too early in the year to be worried and fretting about stuff. Of course some would say perhaps it’s better to have BS early in the year and get rid of it, so that is hopefully what will happen.
I got about seven hours of sleep, which was actually pretty good, as I usually don’t sleep well after a Kritzerland show. I had to deal with yucky stuff early on, then I futzed and finessed – adding here, subtracting there, and writing three new pages of added material. Then I wrote another new page. I then printed out the first seventy-one pages of the book, went to the mail place and picked up no packages, and then went and got the pages Xeroxed. Then I delivered said pages to Muse Margaret, who took possession of them and looked at the title page and reiterated how much she liked the title, which is good since I was beginning to second guess myself, title-wise.
Then I went to Ralph’s and got a few small assorted things to serve as the meal o’ the day, then came home and ate them all up (chicken Caesar pasta, mac-and-cheese, and some potato salad – all very small portions – and a pinwheel Eyetalian thing). Then I buckled down, Winsocki and wrote about six new pages, having to continually stop to research stuff, and then I had to take a little break. That is when the merde hit the ventilateur and I spent over an hour dealing with it. I really needed a break after that let me tell you. So, I sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I watched a DVD of a motion picture entitled Nothing in Common, a 1986 movie starring Tom Hanks, Jackie Gleason, Eva Marie Saint, and Sela Ward. I saw it at the DGA back then and didn’t really care for it – all these years, though, I’ve been under the impression that people thought it was some kind of classic and that it had been a big hit. Not quite true – it did okay at the box-office if one believes the tallies, which I don’t because they make no sense whatsoever, and it did garner some begrudgingly decent reviews by reviewers who gave it a pass because of Mr. Gleason – plus, Mr. Hanks is very ingratiating in a role that anyone else would have been very obnoxious in. But mostly everyone understood that it’s really two different movies that never really work together. A wise-ass comedy about an advertising guy and then a parents getting divorced movie with a life-threatening health issue thrown in for good measure. I know the writes very well, and they’re talented and really good guys, but director Garry Marshall just couldn’t pull this together. Oh, and the hairdos and fashions – the fact that anyone thought it was a good idea to look like that is still astonishing.
Then I continued writing. I wrote three more pages, then took a long, hot shower to wash crap down the drain, then I wrote another two pages – so eleven pages, I think, and I’ll definitely write another one or two before I go to bed.
Today I am hoping for some respite and relief because I surely and sorely need it. Other than that, I hope to hear from Muse Margaret and can only pray that she likes the pages. I’ll futz and finesse, write new pages, hopefully pick up some packages, eat, write, relax, and write.
The rest of the week is more of the same, and then I’m hoping to hear and approve the Levi master, then that will go to the pressing plant and we’ll have the CDs a few days later. I’m thinking that that and the Villa-Lobos may ship together, actually. Whether all this happens before the new helper goes away for seven days I know not, but the latest everything will go out is the third week of this month, so still ahead of the official ship date.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, futz and finesse, write, hopefully pick up packages, eat, write, relax, and write. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your favorite Tom Hanks movies and Jackie Gleason performances? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, hoping for a day of respite and relief.