Well, dear readers, I must write these here notes in a hurry for she of the Evil Eye will be here all too soon and I need to get a decent amount of sleep. As I type these here notes, I am listening to the Saint-Saens piano concertos, conducted by Mr. Andre Previn. The sound is quite splendid, and the music is fun. Outside, one can smell the smoke in the air from several fires that are pretty far away. I do not like the smoky air – it is hard on the vocal chords. I can only imagine what it must be like where the fires are actually happening.
Yesterday was a wacky little day. The idiot neighbors were outside, moving something around. So, I got up at around seven after only three hours and fifteen minutes of sleep. I answered some e-mails, and then finally got back in bed around nine, fell back asleep, then slept until one-thirty – even doing that, I only got around six hours of sleep. Once up for good, I went and picked up some packages, then went to the local pizza jernt I like and got three slices to go. I came home and ate them all up. Then I did some work at the piano and on the computer, and I actually did about two pages of writing for next year’s book. I’m just laying out the introductory part, which is helpful and will give me a good head start come January 1, 2020, a year in which I hope that everyone has perfect 2020 vision, if you get my meaning, which I know you do.
All I know is that suddenly it was nine o’clock already. First I went to the bank to put the little residual check into the ATM machine. Then I went to the gas station and filled up the motor car – I had a half-tank but it’s a long drive tomorrow so I thought I should fill it up. Then I moseyed on over to Gelson’s and got some salad from their salad bar – just lettuce, tomatoes, green, yellow, and red bell pepper strips, mushrooms, and other such supposedly healthy things. I came home and dressed it with some Good Seasons Eyetalian dressing and it was good. That and the pizza slices were my food intake for the day. Well, and a few crackers with the salad, just because I could.
Then I took a bunch of CDs out to the garage, did some organizing out there, and came back in. I shaved, so I wouldn’t have to in the morning, and then I listened to more music until it was time to write these here notes, which, in case you haven’t been paying attention, I am in the throes of doing. Not the throws, mind you, but the throes. And that was that, evening-wise.
Today, I’ll be up by eight, I’ll shower, then await the arrival of she of the Evil Eye. I’ll then go have a light breakfast – perhaps an omelet, or perhaps my usual bacon and eggs and rye toast – we shall see. Then I’ll see if there are any early arrival packages to retrieve – if so, I’ll go retrieve them, if not, I’ll get on the freeway and begin the trek to the County of Orange to see young Peyton Kirkner in a show entitled Quilters, a musical of some sort that I know almost nothing about. It’s in a tiny black box theatre that seats about forty. After the show, I’ll be on my way home immediately. There is no telling how long the drive there or back will take. Once home, I’ll relax, maybe watch something, and listen to music.
Tomorrow, I have the rescheduled work session, which should take an hour or so, then I have to pick up something from the home environment of Doug Haverty (and drop something off to him, too, for an upcoming release), and then I hope to relax. Next week is very busy with some What If stuff to do, work at the piano and on the computer, going and doing as well as doing and going, hoping for the arrival of an important envelope, and doing whatever else needs doing. Then on Saturday, we have our first group What If rehearsal, which I’m very much looking forward to.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up early, have a light breakfast, hopefully pick up packages, see a show, come home, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your favorite musical pieces for piano – with orchestra, without, anything piano – jazz, classical, New Age, whatever. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, hoping the fires are gotten under control and that the air is less smoky.