Well, dear readers, I can’t say that yesterday was my favorite day, but it was almost tolerable and had one very interesting light at the end of a tunnel. I did get nine-and-a-half hours of very needed sleep, though, so that was good. I answered e-mails and avoided catastrophes, but I still have to negotiate a couple of other mine fields. Since I didn’t get up till noon o’clock, there really isn’t that much to talk about.
I chose some songs for the Group Rep thing but not for the Kritzerland show, which I really must do, but I’m having trouble finding my two final female performers. What else is new? At some point I went to the mail place and picked up a package and no mail, and I got Taco Bell for my meal, came home, and ate that – it was fine.
I listened to some music, but most importantly I finally opened something that’s been sitting in my car for weeks, from the DGA pension plan. They’d called me a couple of weeks ago and said mail had been returned to them, and this was one of two things they forwarded to me, the first being a totally unexpected check, which I thought was a one-off because the way I’ve always read my pension letters I did not think I was “vested” and therefore would not get any pension. Now, I don’t know if I’m reading what they sent me correctly but if I am it’s going to be hallelujah time, so send some excellent xylophones and vibes that I’m reading this correctly. I’ll be calling them this morning and perhaps making an appointment for next week to discuss what’s in this and then figuring out what it all means to me and what we do about it.
I had several long telephonic conversations, e-mailed some of the Group Rep singers with my song choices for them along with tracks and sheet music. And then I sat on my couch like so much fish because surprisingly the day was over.
Last night, I watched half of a motion picture on a UK Blu and Ray entitled Robbery. I’m surprised I’ve never seen this motion picture before, as it was right up my alley back then. It stars Stanley Baker and Joanna Petit and lots of good Brit character actors. It’s directed by Peter Yates, and there’s a car chase early on that seems like a dry run for what he’d do in Bullitt. I kept dozing off, though, so when I finally got halfway through I shut it off. I went back to listening to music and doing work on the computer and having more telephonic calls.
I was hungry, so I had one of those Campbell chunky soups in the cupboard – spicy chicken quesadilla. I made it, put it in a bowl and took a bite. I couldn’t really believe what I was tasting so I spit it out. I tried a second spoonful, just to confirm what I was tasting. I spit that out, too. They should rename this soup Chunky Vomit, because that is exactly what it tasted like: vomit, really bad vomit, the most disgusting vomit you can imagine. It might give vomit a run for its money. It made me WANT to vomit on the ground, but then there would have been two helpings of vomit. I mean, let’s be clear about this: this tasted like vomit. If you’re fond of the taste when you’re vomiting, this soup is for you. I carefully poured it back into the can from whence it came and went outside and deposited it directly into the trash can.
I then had some Circus Peanuts and Milk Duds to get rid of the taste, but the taste was hard to get rid of. But let’s get to the nitty gritty as well as the gritty nitty – Circus Peanuts are weird and yet I have always liked them, ever since I was a wee bairn. I’m not talking about actual peanuts here, but those weird orange peanut-shaped marshmallow-like candies that taste like nothing else. I buy them maybe once every five years.
After that, I listened to more music, including a beautiful choral and orchestra piece by Kim Andre Arnesen called Magnificat, which I enjoyed thoroughly, so much so that I played it a second time. And a cantata called Heloise and Abelard by Elizabeth Maconchy, a Brit composer I like.
Today, I’ll call the DGA pension office to see what’s up, then I have a noon o’clock lunch with Kay Cole, then I’ll hopefully pick up some packages, then I have some phone thing I think around two-thirty, and then Richard Allen is coming by to film me playing a song of mine for which I need a chart done, as we’re doing it in the June Kritzerland. Then I can relax.
Tomorrow and Sunday are unknown to me, so I’ll play them by ear or, at the very least, by nose. Next week is really busy.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, call the DGA, have a lunch, hopefully pick up packages, play a song, choose more songs, finish casting, and then relax. 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, various pieces conducted by Eugene Ormandy. Blu-ray, Robbery. Your turn. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, hoping to never have Vomit Soup again.