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October 14, 2019:


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Well, dear readers, my goodness, the hour is approaching midnight and I, BK, am just approaching these here notes.  One of those things isn’t right and I believe it’s that latter rather than the former, although the former believes everything is the latter because frankly the former is a bit of a butt cheek.  In any case, I believe we’ll use the Evelyn Wood school of speedwriting to write these here notes.  My fingers are fleet and moving swiftly to create not only words but sentences and not only sentences but paragraphs, not necessarily in that order.

Yesterday was a day in which I got seven hours of sleep.  I really must catch up on sleep, as I can ill afford to get ill, so send some excellent vibes and xylophones that no ill health will come in my direction – I simply do not have time for such things.  Once up, I did the usual morning things and then we had a work session for the What If show.  That went smoothly and only took about forty-five minutes, and then I moseyed on over to Doug Haverty’s home environment to bring him something to scan and to pick up another batch of Welcome to My World song folios.  We went over the rehearsal schedules for both What If and The Man Who Came to Dinner.

After that, I decide it was time for The Man Who Came to Lunch, so went over to Stanley’s and had my grilled chicken pasta, with grilled chicken and pasta, red onions, cashew nuts, broccoli, in a cream sauce.  I have now had this meal three times in two months and can absolutely confirm that what was a fairly heavy cream sauce is now a very light cream sauce – it’s still great and must have several hundred less calories than it used to.  I had a small Caesar with it.  Then I came home.

I did some work at the piano then started feeling weird – mostly like a sinus headache, so I immediately did Sambucol, Airborne, and will take whatever preventatives I need to to prevent any tives from overtaking me.  I listened to quite a lot of music, which is always pleasant.  I wasn’t quite in the mood to write liner notes, so I’ll do that today.  At around nine-thirty, I went over to Gelson’s and got two little pinwheel sandwich things and a tiny bit of potato salad for my evening repast.  I came home and ate it and no one said boo about it, since I happen to live alone.  Oh, dear, oh, dear, only two minutes to wrap up these here notes.  But first, I must ask the age old question: Why, when men get older, do they suddenly grow bushy eyebrows and have hair sprout from places that it never sprouted from – and why is it that it doesn’t sprout on one’s head, which is where it actually might do some good?  Riddle me that one, dear readers.  I will expect some answers in today’s posts on our Unseemly Discussion Board.  Then it was time to write these here notes, Evelyn Wood-style.

Today, I can sleep in for sure, then I’ll write some liner notes, I’ll eat, I’ll hopefully pick up some packages and an important envelope, and then we have a late afternoon rehearsal with one What If performer.  Then I’ll try to do the second set of liner notes in the evening so I can get those off where they need to go.

The rest of the week is meetings and meals, another work session for the other thing I’m working on, and then we have our first real rehearsal for What If on Saturday.  I can rest on Sunday, which I’ll need to, then our second rehearsal is on Monday night, we have a stumble-through on Tuesday night, and then we play the show on Wednesday and Thursday.  And then just a few days later we go into rehearsals for The Man Who Came to Dinner.

Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, write some liner notes, eat, hopefully pick up packages and an envelope, have a short rehearsal, write more liner notes, then relax.  Today’s topic of discussion: What were your favorite electives in school?  Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, where I shall ponder the former and the latter, not necessarily in that order.

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