Well, dear readers, I must write these here notes in a hurry because somehow the time has gotten away from me. I hate when that happens. The time just got away from me. I believe the time wanted to get away from me for reasons that aren’t entirely clear to me. So, as I listen to Mr. Harry Nilsson’s album Aerial Ballet, I will dive into these here notes, which will be shaken, not stirred. But first, has anyone noticed that it is, rather shockingly, the end of July? How can that be? Wasn’t it just the beginning of July? And that means tomorrow we get a brand new month, a month I like to call August. And it is my fervent hope and prayer that August will be a month filled with health, wealth, happiness, creativity, and all things bright and beautiful.
Yesterday was an interesting day for reasons that elude me. I hate when the reasons elude me in the same way I hate when time gets away from me. What it with time and reasons? What did I ever do to them. Time and Reasons – that’s the title of my next novel. Where was I? Oh yes, yesterday was interesting for reasons that elude me. I did get eight hours of sleep. And that’s all I can remember, other than a couple of telephonic calls and answering e-mails and such. And yet I did not leave the house until 4:45. Where did those hours go? What happened during those hours? Well, let’s see. I was waffling about whether to attend the dedication of the Sherman Brothers stage at Disney. I waffled and I also pancaked. I had a lovelier than lovely telephonic conversation with Elizabeth Sherman who said they really wanted me there, so I made the decision to attend. But what happened during the next four hours? I did no work on the computer. I listened to almost no music. I watched nothing. Something must have happened. I must have done something. And yet I simply cannot remember. I don’t think I had visitors. I’m sure I walked around the house aimlessly. But that doesn’t account for four HOURS. I do know at some point I shaved and showered. If I remember anything else, I’ll be sure to mention it.
Then I went to the mail place and picked up no packages and an important envelope. I then headed over to Disney. I got there early, and I’m glad I did. There were no cars at the gate so I got right in, found a great parking place, and then headed over to the check-in, but they weren’t ready to do that for another fifteen minutes. I hung out with some nice folks I know in one way or another so that was fun. Several had seen our concert and were very complimentary. Oh, wait, I remembered something – I talked to Kay Cole, who told me her reservations had not gone up as of yesterday morning so she cancelled the show. They were putting a lot of rather ugly pressure on her and I’m glad she cancelled. If we go back to do the show at some point, that will not be the club we play. Meanwhile, we’re going to do it in LA again.
I finally got checked in, talked to more friends, and then we were all guided to the stage and the dedication. It was a really nice ceremony and mercifully brief as it was VERY hot, so hot in fact that I was sweating profusely, something I rarely do. I’m too old to do anything profusely anymore. Richard had lots of family there, and lots of Robert Sherman’s family were there, too. I didn’t really think I’d be able to get to Richard because everyone wanted to do exactly that, but I saw my opportunity and over I went and we hugged and I know he was happy I was there and I certainly was happy I’d gone because I do really love him a lot. Here is an actual photograph of the two of us under the newly christened Sherman Brothers Stage.
There was a little display on the stage and artist Jimmy Mulligan unveiled a beautiful painting he’d been commissioned to do of the boys and Walt. Then we all went to the commissary, while Richard had more photo ops. They had lots of little desserts and things, but also little things of fish and chips – just two tiny pieces and four or five fries – I had that and it was my first food of the day. But I couldn’t find where the waters were so I had no liquid at all. Finally, I went over to the reserved table where Richard was and he wanted me to sit with him so I did and we had so much fun. Here is an actual photograph of Richard, his best friend Milt Larsen, and li’l ol’ me sitting at the table.
It was also the premiere of Christoper Robin, so there were celebs arriving JUST for that, but I knew I wasn’t going to stay for that. I bid my farewells and headed home, but I’d only had what was basically a tiny appetizer so I went to Corky’s and had my good sandwich and potato salad – I was joined by our very own Leslie and daughter Alexa.
Then I came home and did some stuff for the Kritzerland show that I had to get done before morning. Then I finally listened to some music.
Today is our first Kritzerland rehearsal. Prior to it I’ll eat, hopefully pick up packages, and then we rehearse and then I have to begin thinking about the big anniversary Kritzerland show. I’ve already cast two people and am waiting on two people I’ve asked. Then I’ll relax and I know I’ll be watching a Blu and Ray.
Tomorrow, we have one person rehearsing, I have a lunch with Kay Cole, and then later a dinner meeting about the project I mentioned on Sunday. Thursday is our second rehearsal, Friday I’m thinking there may be a lunch, Saturday is our stumble-through, and then Sunday is sound check and our show.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, eat, hopefully pick up packages, rehearse, and then relax and watch something. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your favorite Disney live-action movies from their beginning up through 1980, when things changed. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, happy I went to the Sherman Brothers dedication at Disney, happy the Internet just came back up (it was only down briefly, thank goodness), and happy that time has stopped getting away from me.