Well, dear readers, I must write these here notes in a hurry for she of the Evil Eye will be here all too soon. I’m just sitting here like so much fish, listening to Oscar Peterson play with the Nelson Riddle Orchestra. Nice and soothing. Nice and Soothing is the title of my next novel. So, shall we get right into the think of things? Or should we get right into the thin of things? Frankly, I’m too thick and could use a little thin right about now, but that’s another story for another day and another time and another notes.
Yesterday was mostly a fairly nice day. In fact, the only not nice part was that the important envelope did not arrive. This has been going on a bit too long for my taste, so I had a telephonic conversation about it and was nice but said if it wasn’t here today that they’d either have wire it or overnight it – I think the latter would be easiest.
I got about six-and-a-half hours of sleep and had intended to go back to bed to get a bit more, but that never happened. Someone had to pick something up, and then I just did some work on the computer, answered e-mails, and then I went and had a chili, cheese, and onion hot dog and a really tiny cup of chicken soup, as I feel I’m fighting something and I have no time to get sick. I’m of course taking all my preventatives, but I’m out of Airborne and Coldeez so I’ll pick some of that up today in my travels. Now, about that chili, cheese, and onion hot dog – I love having it at Jerry’s Deli and it’s never been less than great – until yesterday. Normally they make it with the grilled dog in the bun, American, then the chili, then the American cheese, then I dump the onions on it. But not yesterday. Yesterday the bun was near burnt, the CHEDDAR cheese was UNDER the grilled dog (and horrible – it just doesn’t work without American cheese) and then the chili kind of just anywhere it felt like. I dumped the onions on it and ate it, but I really should have sent it back. I’m guessing the regular chef wasn’t there or is on vacation. It was, in a word, horrible.
After that, I picked up a package and no important envelope, had the telephonic conversation about it, and then came home. Once home, I did scratch vocal tracks for all the A Carol Christmas songs – that took quite a while, but I think it will be helpful for the cast to hear how I hear them being sung in terms of the rhythm. When the sheet music is notated it’s very strict and it feels wrong at times but I know it has to be that way. I was exhausted by the time I finished. I relaxed a bit, then sat on my couch like so much fish and finished the last of Flower Drum Song, which I enjoyed. I tried to find something on the Flix of Net but there just wasn’t anything that interested me. So instead I organized a bit, sent singers their music, and then just relaxed and listened to music.
Today I’ll be up early, and then we have a short casting session at ten – not sure how many folks are showing up, but probably just a couple for our leading man. After that, I’ll eat, hopefully pick up packages and an important envelope, and then I have to take it easy for the rest of the day and evening.
Tomorrow will be more of the same, and then next week is very busy with more auditions (for the three kids we still need to cast), meetings and meals and a work session for the Kritzerland show if we can squeeze it in – otherwise that won’t happen until just before the first rehearsal as our musical director will be out of town. I’m hoping we have all three of the latest releases in this week so we can get all that stuff shipped out. And I’m also hoping I can announce another title or two.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up early, have a casting session, eat, hopefully pick up packages and an important envelope, and then take it easy and relax and perhaps watch a motion picture entertainment. Today’s topic of discussion: Favorite cheeses. I’m a cheese neophyte really – I know from Swiss, American, Cheddar, Muenster, Jack, Brie, and that’s really about it. So, what are your favorite cheeses and describe them so I know what the HELL you’re talking about. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, happy to have survived the worst chili, cheese, and onion hot dog ever devised.