Well, dear readers, another Sunday has come and gone, and with it another Sunday has come and gone, like so many Sundays before that have come and gone and I think if I repeat this phrase about 700 more times these here notes will be written and won’t that be a kick in the pants. I just tried to kick myself in the pants. This is surprisingly difficult. Well, what can be said other than another Sunday has come and gone and here I sit like so much fish, pondering the imponderables after just having heard the riotous and rousing tale of The Randy Vicar and the Potted Plant.
Yesterday was kind of a potted plant day, now that I think about it. I did get eight hours of sleep or thereabouts, arising around eleven-thirty. Once up, I answered e-mails, did a little work at the piano, and then Grant came over and hung the huge Sundays and Cybele poster. We found the perfect wall for it and it looks rather great there. He also hung a little something I found in the garage that I didn’t even know I had – a blow-up of our album cover for the revival cast of Hello, Dolly!, for which I was nominated for a Grammy – it’s signed to me with thanks from Mr. Jerry Herman. It’s hanging in the master bathroom and make of that what you will. We chatted for a while, and then he took his leave. I hate when people take their leave. Why can’t they just once leave their leave behind? These are the thoughts that are roaming around the windmills of my mind.
I will also tell you that it was very hot again. I am quite bored of the extremely hot days and would like some cool weather for a change. I decided I was in the mood for Stanley’s, so I went over there and got right in – in fact, it was almost empty. I had my usual stuff – starter Caesar salad and then the roasted garlic chicken pasta with red onions, broccoli, and cashews. It was great, as always, and they seem to be making it these days with far less cream than they used to.
Then I came home and dealt with some e-mails, then I buckled down, Winsocki and figured out the entirety of the What If benefit show – show order, all songs chosen save for a couple of solo non-What Ifs that we’ll choose from stuff the performers know well – and I got all the lyrics into one document – that took hours, but it’s now done and sent to all the singers. So, THAT is a big load off. Now, they’re on their own learning and studying the little bits of staging in the videos. We’re only going to have a couple of rehearsals and a stumble-through so they do have to come in knowing everything perfectly. We’ll start advertising the show on Facebook today or tomorrow, as we really need to fill both shows up so that the theater can make some nice dough.
After that, I did a bit more work at the piano, had some e-mail volleys, and then I was fairly exhausted, so I listened to music – all sorts of music – I’ve been finding some really rare and interesting stuff on the Tube of You and thanks to this clip grab program I downloaded, I get it all into iTunes with ease, which is great. I had a telephonic conversation and that was about it.
Today, I’ll be up when I’m up, and then I have several things to do, including work at the piano, finding a Banjo, hopefully seeing some test footage from The Creature using some new software technology that I’m very anxious to see. And I’m hoping we can get the Creature packaging into the printers. Also, our pressing plant should be picking up the print on Henry King at Fox and we should be able to start shipping first thing on Tuesday, which will be great. I’ll eat, hopefully pick up some packages, have some necessary telephonic conversations, and then, at some point, relax.
The rest of the week is meetings and meals, going and doing and doing and going, writing the little connective tissue for the What If benefit (basically just the introductions to the What Ifs) – basically, a very busy week in which I will be busy.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, get up, work at the piano, search for a Banjo, hopefully see some test footage, eat, hopefully pick up packages, have necessary telephonic conversations, and then relax. Today’s topic of discussion: I would like to know what kinds of TVs you dear readers have these days and whether you like them, whether you’re lusting after something new, and I would also like to know how long you go before you get new furniture, say a couch. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, as another Sunday has come and gone like so many Sundays before it and so many Sundays to come, not necessarily in that order.