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October 14, 2018:

WHEN GOOD ONIONS GO BAD

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Well, dear readers, I am here to talk about when good onions go bad.  I had no idea that good onions go bad until yesterday, when I chopped up a good onion gone bad for my tuna sandwiches.  I couldn’t really tell that the good onion had gone bad until I was actually eating the sandwiches, and truth be told it wasn’t that bad, but there was something awry and amiss, not necessarily in that order.  Now, I’d bought said good onion around six or seven days ago and it’s been in refrigeration device ever since.  Why on earth would a good onion go bad in a mere week?  Or was it bad to begin with?  Was the onion, for example, born bad?  Was it annoyed that I bought it so it turned bad to spite me?  I probably should have stopped eating the sandwiches, but that would have been a waste of tuna and two bagels, so I did eat them, even though the onions were weird tasting – not horrible weird tasting, but certainly a little weird tasting.  And of course my tummy felt weird after, but thankfully that didn’t last all that long.  What the HELL am I talking about?  If you know, please send me a private message entitled “What the HELL am I talking about – explained.”

Yesterday was otherwise a short day due to my sleeping for ten hours and not arising until almost one o’clock.  I may do one more day of that, and then that is it for getting up late.  Once up, I answered some e-mails, I listened to some music, I did a few things on the computer, and then I went and picked up a tiny package, and then came home.  I made the two tuna sandwiches with the good onion gone bad, ate them gingerly, and had one additional bagel to cleanse my palate, one with cream cheese. I listened to more music, then went to Gelson’s to get some toasted coconut almond chip ice cream.  I came home and had a tiny bit of it, and even that tasted slightly weird – can good ice cream go bad like good onions gone bad? Or maybe everything simply tasted bad at that point.  Then I sat on my couch like so much fish.

Last night, I watched the first twenty minutes of one of those Netflix originals, this a new ten episode telling of The Haunting of Hill House, from the book by Shirley Jackson.  I wasn’t that impressed by it and it seems to be strictly by the numbers TV stuff with no originality whatsoever, and I gather it plays very fast and loose with the book, as well as goes on about eight hours too long.  But I may at least watch a couple of episodes to see where it’s going.  For fun, I then watched the first hour of The Haunting, the film version of The Haunting of Hill House, directed by Robert Wise, and starring Claire Bloom, Julie Harris, Russ Tamblyn and others.  The direction is very interesting and it looks great in black-and-white scope, but the reality is that I’ve never loved the film.  I know I should and maybe I will by the time I finish, but I find the script a bit all over the place and Julie Harris’s character just is so irritating – well, we shall see, but I’m thinking after watching it numerous times over the years if I haven’t learned to like it yet I probably won’t.  The other film of that era I never cottoned to back then was The Innocents, but that one I really have come to enjoy.

Then it was more music – a little Korngold, Florent Schmitt’s marvelous suites drawn from his score to the French film Salammbo, more Finzi, and some ferociously fun music by Don Gillis – a composer who was ferociously fun.  I listened to his Symphony 5 1/2 – ten minutes of inspired lunacy, and his other music is just so infectious and clever.  He had some success but is virtually forgotten today, which is a shame.  I took a hot shower and that was pretty much it.

Today, I shall sleep in, then have something fun for lunch – I have been eating home every day, even if I got something to bring home like the matzoh ball soup, so a little meal out might be just the ticket although, as you know, Sundays are quite impossible here in the Oaks of Sherman.  Otherwise, I’ll relax, finish The Haunting and perhaps watch more of The Haunting of Hill House, and, as always, listen to more music.

Tomorrow we’re back in rehearsal and we do six in a row, which will be fun.  I also have meetings and meals and I must cast the final female for the February show – I’m just at a loss right now, but we have to find someone at this point, even if it’s not optimal.  And I’ll catch up on stuff I let slide due to being under the weather.

Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, sleep in, have something fun to eat, relax, listen to music, and watch stuff.  Today’s topic of discussion: It’s free-for-all day, the day in which you dear readers get to make with the topics and we all get to post about them.  So, let’s have loads of lovely topics and loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, happy I never got too ill from good onions that go bad.

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