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February 15, 2018:


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Well, dear readers, I hope everyone got some nice Valentine’s Day cards and candy and kisses and hugs. I got some candy, but cards, kisses, and hugs were non-starters. Damn them, damn them all to hell. Right now, as Valentine’s Day comes to an end, I am sitting here like so much fish, listening to a tuneful violin concerto by Brit composer Howard Blake, whose music I enjoy. Prior to that I was listening to music by Ernest Bloch. I don’t know why I’ve avoided listening to Bloch during my crazy period last year of hauling out all the classical CD, but I’m glad I just found one, a Mercury Living Presence CD of three Bloch pieces that are simply wonderful, all conducted by the brilliant Howard Hanson.

Yesterday was a perpetually odd day – not unpleasantly odd, just odd. I got about seven and a half hours of sleep, got up, answered e-mails, had a telephonic conversation, did some work at the piano and then the computer. At around one-thirty I decided to go back to Corky’s and have that sandwich again, but as I was pulling out of the driveway, Grant was there and he wanted to go have pizza at Barone’s, so he jumped in the car and off we went. We had a pepperoni pizza and ate quite a lot of it. The good news is that due to it being a square pizza, the slices are not normal pizza slices – I’d say that two of them would equal one normal pizza slice. It was very good and we had fun chatting. It was his intention to start designing the book late in the afternoon but he didn’t – he did download everything so I will bug him every ten minutes today until he does it.

When I got home I had more telephonic calls, did more work at the piano, and then finally sat on my couch like so much fish.

Last night, I watched a motion picture entitled Lavender, a Canadian motion picture from Canada. I thought it was pretty bad – you know, one of those movies with spirits guiding someone to a deep, dark secret from their past – nothing we haven’t see a billion times, and if you don’t know what the secret is within five minutes then you should hand in your movie cliche card. The director is very artsy – a few interesting moments, but you cannot imagine how slow his pace is, with unnecessary and endless held shots – I mean it’s only ninety minutes, but if you took out all the unnecessary stuff it would be seventy-five minutes. The acting is okay, the music just irritating.

After that, I relaxed and listened to the aforementioned music, ate a few small Valentine candies, and that was that.

Today, I’m hoping Grant will get the book into the design program and formatted so that at some point I can come take a gander. If he spends that two or three hours, I should then be able to print out and do my final proofing. I’ll eat (light), hopefully pick up some packages, get singers their music (I now have everything), work at the piano, work on the computer, then watch a motion picture of some sort.

Tomorrow I’m having an early lunch with dear reader Jeanne, then I come right back to the Valley and go to the editing room where I shall see edited video. Saturday there’s a birthday dinner, and Sunday I’m seeing a show. Next week I’m hoping I can enter whatever fixes I may have from the final proofing, and then we can get the book to the publisher. Once the book is designed, I’ll put it up for preorder.

Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, hopefully take a gander at the book design, I must eat, I must pick up packages, get singers their music, and then relax. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your favorite movies and books (fiction or non) about serial killers? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, while we bid a fond farewell to the perpetually odd day and we look forward to a new day with perpetual anticipation.

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