Well, dear readers, is it really heading towards the end of March? How can that be? March has flown by, like a gazelle singing Madame Butterfly in Japanese with Greek supertitles. And of course we must let you know that yesterday was another day with no books shipped and another day with e-mails and telephonic calls about same. Maybe we just need some good old-fashioned most excellent vibes and xylophones for books to be shipped – perhaps that will turn the tide as something has to turn the damn tide because an unturned tide is a tide unturned. I has spoken.
Yesterday was a day in which no books were shipped. I did get nine hours of sleep, which I needed, not arising until noon o’clock precisely. The writing was on the wall about the books, and yet I still held out hope that in the remaining three hours of their business day that it might happen. I answered e-mails, I had telephonic calls, and then I went and picked up one small package. I came right home and then it was time for our work session.
This show only has two put-togethers and we did those very quickly, otherwise it was a pretty easy work session as work sessions go, under an hour. After that, I just wanted something fast and easy and the nearest place to effect that was McDonald’s, so that’s where I went. I got three items, since that was all I was going to eat yesterday. I brought the three items home and ate the three items up and I must say it was a good McDonald’s day – everything seemed very fresh and it was all good. And I was true to my word and that was indeed all I ate.
Then I had the e-mail and phone volley when it was definitely apparent no books would be shipping. I know more e-mails have been sent to the printing place so hopefully today will be the day. I finally sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I watched two more episodes of Aquarius. Even though each episode only runs about forty-three minutes, they actually seem much longer. They can’t seem to make up their mind as to what and who this is actually about – is it Manson, is it the detective, or is it the endless subplots, the most annoying of which involves the Black Panthers. I guess they have to fill out however many episodes are in season one.
After that, I did some work on the computer whilst listening to the beautiful melodies of Gabriel Faure. What a great composer he was, and it’s a shame he never wrote any symphonies or more concerti. And then it was time to write these here notes. There were a couple of times throughout the evening when I craved some food, especially a sweet, but I was strong, I was invincible, I was BK and I heard me roar.
Today, I can also sleep in a bit, then I’m hoping for good news, book shipping-wise. I’ll eat something fun, hopefully pick up some packages, and then I’m attending an opening night.
Tomorrow, I’ll be at the Group Rep at ten to do a three-hour musical theater workshop, after which I’m sure some of us will grab a bite to eat. Sunday, I do a phone interview about The Creature Wasn’t Nice aka Spaceship aka Naked Space. Then Monday is our first Kritzerland rehearsal, Thursday is our second Kritzerland rehearsal, Saturday is our stumble-through, and Sunday is our sound check and show.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, sleep in a bit, hope for good news about book shipping, eat, hopefully pick up some packages, and then attend an opening night. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Friday – what is currently in your CD player and your DVD/Blu and Ray player? I’ll start – CD, a two-CD set of Faure orchestral music. DVD, Beware, My Lovely, with Miss Ida Lupino and Mr. Robert Ryan. I’d somehow found an interesting-sounding play in one of the LA Times ads from the 1950s that played the Huntington Hartford, and in researching the play, a thriller, found it was made into the film Beware, My Lovely. Your turn. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, looking forward to the new recording of The New Yorkers and the newer recording of the gazelle singing the role of Madame Butterfly in Japanese with Greek supertitles.