Well, dear readers, I am sitting here like so much fish, listening to music and getting ready to atone for my sins for Yom Kippur. I don’t do the fast or anything, but I do like to at least acknowledge things that I could do better – not sins, exactly, just things I could do better. I did have a somewhat productive day yesterday. Here’s how it went.
I only got six hours of sleep before having to get up to do stuff, partly because I got inspired with an idea and had to write it. So, I was up for a couple of hours, answered e-mails, fleshed out the idea and sent it off, and wrote a nice tune. Then I went back to bed for ninety minutes, arising at one-thirty for good.
Once arisen – or is it arosen since it’s a Jewish holiday – I answered more e-mails, ascertained that new product was being prepared for shipping today, and did some work on the computer. Then I moseyed on over to the mail place and picked up some packages, then went to Popeye’s for my fried chicken craving. I got some fried chicken, which is a good thing to get when you have a fried chicken craving – two mild breasts to go – and then I came home and ate two mild breasts and attendant biscuits. It happened to be a really good batch o’ chicken and it really hit the spot, and then the spot hit it in retaliation because the spot is a little no-nonsense these days.
Then the helper’s mom came by and got what she needed to get. Then I did more work on the computer and at the piano, had a couple of telephonic conversations, and then it was already early evening. I thought about watching a motion picture, but because I finally got a current stock list, I did some organizing my third-party seller account at Amazon, adding a bunch of titles and adjusting the number of copies for sale on others and then ended up taking a really long time – I didn’t finish that until almost nine-thirty. Then it was too late to watch anything, so instead I continued listening to music. I’m almost caught up with the big sets now, so that’s good. Just about six more symphonies in the big Allan Pettersen box set – some of the symphonies I can enjoy in a certain way, while others are just so busy and noisy and if there’s a musical point, I’m not smart enough to understand it. I’d say I’ve enjoyed three out of the ten I’ve heard. Then I just relaxed.
Today, I can sleep until ten-thirty at the latest, then I must arise, briefly atone for whatever I should atone for, then I’m having a lunch with Kay Cole, after which I’ll hopefully pick up some packages and maybe even some mail. Then I’ll do some work on the computer and at the piano, and then I will definitely watch something because it’s been a few days sans viewing.
The rest of the week is more of the same – meetings and meals, working at the computer and at the piano, getting two releases ready to announce, having a work session, then on Saturday I’m seeing young Peyton Kirkner in her school musical, Quilters, and then I’ll do whatever else needs doing.
Now, before I go on, last night I happened to search “best fried chicken in the San Fernando Valley” just to see what came up. And what came up was a bunch of new jumping-on-some-incomprehensible-trend jernts serving “hot” fried chicken. Every one of these jernts has photographs and they all look exactly the same – fried chicken with some kind of orange-looking sauce drizzled on them – and pickles. I’m not sure when this craze began, but it’s pretty recent, and now everyone wants hot fried chicken, hot meaning spicy, of course. With pickles. I predict every one of these jernts will be gone by this time next year, which is what usually happens with these kinds of jernts, because people will be on to some other trend and will forget all about hot fried chicken. In fact, it’s already begun with some kind of egg salad trend. I can’t keep up, really.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, atone, have a lunch with Kay Cole, hopefully pick up some packages and some mail, prepare two releases for announcing, work at the computer and the piano, and then relax. Today’s topic of discussion: What have been your favorite food trends and your least favorite food trends? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, ready to atone before bed, and wondering how quickly the “hot” fried chicken trend will end.