Well, dear readers, I have made an important discovery: The problem with eating a huge amount of bread pudding with a huge amount of whipped cream is eating a huge amount of bread pudding with a huge amount of whipped cream. After the apple fritter I should have not done this, and yet the bread pudding and whipped cream got the better of me and I am now paying the price ($4.95). Pepcid to the rescue, baby. We now return you to the notes, in living color.
Yesterday was kind of an incomprehensible day on many levels. I only got six hours of sleep, got up, answered some texts and e-mails, and then went to the bank to do some banking, which is, I’m told, the thing to do when one is at the bank. I went directly from there to Staples to peruse printers. I had a nice gent helping me and I made a choice pretty quickly, moving away from HP to Epson (which I actually had prior to HP0, but not just any Epson, but this new-fangled Epson with EcoTank. No more ink cartridges for the likes of me, baby. Wait, how about a TV series called The Cartridge Family? We don’t allow groaning here at haineshisway.com. They had three models and I chose the middle model because it pretty much did everything the higher model did save for some stuff I never do. So, the helper didn’t need to join me at Staples and instead met me at the house. She got the thing up and running pretty quickly. There are several steps, including loading the included ink bottles – that was very easy, and that ink will now last for two YEARS. I will save so much money on ink cartridges. It printed some sample pages very nicely. Then we got it all configured for my wireless network and that worked perfectly, and I can even print from e-mails on my phone now. What will they think of next? It’s much smaller than my HP printer. That thing bit the dust – printer head went bad and not worth replacing – I got almost ten years out of that thing. I also got the additional four-year warranty, which I think will serve me well.
After that, I did some work on the computer, then went and picked up one package and a new debit card, then I moseyed on over to Jerry’s Deli, where I had a sky-high lean pastrami on rye with cole slaw and Russian dressing – not as good as last week’s but not bad. Then I made the crazy decision to take home a thing of bread pudding. I was finishing up my sandwich when I got a thing called an e-mail from our very own Robert Yacko, who’s off to New York on Sunday to do a play with Rita Rudner, and all you dear readers in the East Coast simply must go see him and say hello. I’ll get the dates for you, but it’s at that jernt on 59th Street at 59 East. He asked if I’d like to join him at Jerry’s. I told him I was already there, so he came about twenty minutes later and we had a lovely conversation. When I first got there, in the booth adjacent to me was TV director Joel Zwick, with whom I did a Laverne and Shirley. He’s a really great guy and we always have fun when we see each other.
After that, it was already very late in the afternoon, so I came home and made the mistake of eating the entire bread pudding thing, which could probably have fed four people. I immediately regretted it. Then I got the news that Jenna Lea Rosen was going to have to not do the August show – I knew there was a chance of that – she’s recuperating and just needs to rest. Thankfully, I was able to replace her fairly quickly, with the winner of the singing contest, Chloe Haven. I now have to pick her songs, in addition to the duet she’ll do with Sami Staitman. Then, between being nauseously nauseous from the bread pudding and whipped cream and overly tired from the six hours of sleep, I sat on my couch like so much fish, listened to music, and dozed off for about thirty minutes.
I got up, nauseously nauseous, had a few crackers in hopes that would calm my tummy down (they didn’t), answered more e-mail, and that was that.
Today, I can sleep in and will, then I have to choose the two songs for our new gal, then I’ll make a show order and begin writing the commentary. I’ll eat, I’ll hopefully pick up some packages, then I’ll relax.
Tomorrow, the garage people are coming and the hope is to finish everything – get all the boxes on shelves, get the shelving unit in the middle of the garage out of there, get two-thirds of the art that’s out there into storage, and that should then be very organized and lovely. At some point I’ll go to the warehouse where all this stuff is and look for video tapes. Then tomorrow night I’m seeing some reading of a new musical. The rest of the week is meetings and meals and whatnot.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, sleep in, choose two songs, make a show order, write commentary, eat, hopefully pick up packages, and then relax. Today’s topic of discussion: Puddings – what were your favorites growing up, what are your favorites now and how often do you eat such a thing? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, happy to have learned the important discovery: The problem with eating a huge amount of bread pudding with a huge amount of whipped cream is eating a huge amount of bread pudding with a huge amount of whipped cream.