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June 30, 2019:

I LOST TRACK OF TIME OR TIME LOST TRACK OF ME

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Well, dear readers, somehow I lost track of time or time lost track of me, so I’m sitting here like so much late fish and writing these notes speedily so I can get them posted.  I ended up having two long telephonic conversations, which is how I lost track of time or time lost track of me.   So, even though I’m on track now, I’m certainly not on time now.  Time, you bitch goddess.  Time waits for no man.  Time waits for no women.  Time after time we find that time is independent and does what it damn well pleases. Damn them, damn them all the HELL.  And say what – this is the last day of June?  How  did that happen? I guess June is finished busting out all over and tomorrow will be July, and it is my fervent hope and prayer that July will be a month filled with health, wealth, happiness, creativity, and all things bright and beautiful.

Yesterday, time was on my side.  I don’t really know what time was doing on my side when it’s much more comfy for time to be on my front or back, but what do I know from time?  I got up at eleven with just under nine hours of sleep.  I shaved and showered, and then did some work on the computer.  Then Peyton and her mom arrived and off we went to Peyton’s favorite, Barone’s.  We both had the shrimp scampi and mom had pasta with meat sauce, I think.  As occasionally happens at Barone’s, the day chef just doesn’t get the shrimp scampi – and that was sadly the case. The shrimp were rubbery, there were only four rather than five, and the sauce just seemed heavy and without its usual excellent flavor.  We ate it all, but agreed it just wasn’t up to par.  Peyton had some spumoni for dessert.  Then we came back here and they asked to see a couple of the Outside the Box episodes, as those are no longer on YouTube, so I played a couple for them and they thought they were really funny.  They’d just seen Beth Leavel in The Prom, so they loved her in The Miracle Worker episode, and they loved seeing Jenna in The Exorcist and Sami in Taxi Driver.

Then they left to go see the one-acts at Group Rep at four, and they stayed to see Avenue Q.  I listened to some music until it was time to mosey on over to Jerry’s Deli for a working dinner with singer Laura Wolfe.  She’d made up a list of potential songs, all good choices, so we talked through them and I, of course, asked lots of questions, as we try to determine what the focus of the act is going to be.  I had a grilled cheese and bacon sandwich, a side Caesar salad, and some onion rings that Laura and I shared.  Since I’d been good at lunch with the scampi (very low in calories), I think I did okay for the day.

Then I came right home, listened to more music, had the telephonic conversations, and then I came to the realization that somehow I’d lost track of time or time had lost track of me.

Today, I’ll be up by ten, I’ll shave and shower, and then I have to be at the theater by noon o’clock to judge the finals for the singing contest. I know that will take about three-and-a-half hours, if previous years are anything to go by. After that, I’m hoping to go have a nice meal somewhere.  Then I’ll come home and relax.

Tomorrow, I have four more songs to choose, I’m hopeful we can finish up the garage stuff, and then the rest of the week is meetings and meals, making a show order, writing commentary, and doing whatever else needs doing.

Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up by ten, judge a singing contest, eat, and then relax.  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 topic and loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, happy that I have caught up with time and no longer have to worry that somehow I lost track of time or time lost track of me.

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