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 must get some semblance of beauty rest. As I sit here, I am listening to some wonderful music by Darius Milhaud, a French composer from France that I happen to love. These pieces, I think, were all commissioned by the Louisville Orchestra and included on those Louisville LPs, many of which I owned back in the day. Now, this CD, which I ordered from a third-party seller for six bucks, arrived completely smashed, as if twenty people at the USPS had decided to stomp on the thin package just for the halibut. I have never, in fact, seen a case as smashed as this case was. Smithereens would describe it pretty well. And when I looked at the CD, I have never seen a more scuffed, scarred, and scratched CD ever. Now, occasionally I will attempt an upload into iTunes and it will hang up at the end of a track or whatever – and eject the CD, and when you play back the part it uploaded successfully, you hear all those clicks and pops, as if the disc were hugely scratched and scarred. And yet, a quick look at the disc shows you that you can’t find a single mark on it. Weird, right? But for fun, I loaded this horrific-looking CD into the player and decided to see if it would even upload one second of it. To my surprise, it uploaded the entire CD. However, I fully expected to hear all those clicks and clacks from all those scratches. And yet, the damn thing plays perfectly. I really don’t get it, but I’m happy it plays perfectly, especially as they refunded my dough.
Yesterday was a day that came and went with great alacrity, whatever that means. Oh, good, alacrity works just fine. I hate when alacrity doesn’t work, but I lucked out, alacrity-wise. In any case, yesterday was a day that came and went with great alacrity, alarming alacrity, actually. I got about seven hours of sleep, got up, answered e-mails, and then began futzing and finessing, which took a while. Then I began writing new pages, did a bunch, and then moseyed on over to the mail place and picked up one package (a supply of Gerther’s Pastilles), stopped at Subway and got a Subway Club for the main meal o’ the day, came home, and ate it all up.
Then it was back to writing, and then I spent some time trying some formatting things, which was a little frustrating, if you must know, and you must, know-wise. Then I shaved and showered and moseyed on over to the theater. I was happy to see that only eight seats remained unsold, which is great for a Friday night for this theater. I made the pre-show speech, stood in the back and watched the first ten minutes of the show, which were typically Friday night energy – everything slightly off – and the audience wasn’t as vocal as other audiences, although they were laughing. I chose to vamoose, and I haven’t heard how the rest went, but probably will in a little while. I did know several folks in attendance, so that was nice.
I stopped at Gelson’s and got some small snacks, came home, ate said small snacks, and then went back to writing, which I did for the rest of the evening. All in all, I did about forty-three pages. In three days, I am now 133 pages into this manuscript – not bad.
Today, I’ll be up early, and I’ll go have a light breakfast, hopefully pick up some packages, then come home, futz and finesse, write, and then go to the theater for the pre-show speech, after which I’ll decide whether to stay or not.
Tomorrow, I have to be up early again, as we have a meet and greet for the new show I’m directing. When that’s done, I may go grab a bite to eat prior to the matinee, or I’ll just hang around until the matinee, which I’m sure I’ll stay for, since it’s Kay Cole’s final show. Perhaps some of us will go out after. Monday I’ll write, in fact, every day I’ll write, but I also will finish choosing songs for the Kritzerland show, and on Tuesday evening we begin rehearsals for Doug Haverty’s play, In My Mind’s Eye. I think we have a short rehearsal for the Elmer Bernstein concert on one of the days and I have to do a podcast for the concert on another day for about an hour, but both of those things take place here, so it won’t impact my time too much.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up early, eat something light, hopefully pick up packages, futz and finesse, write, and then go to the theater. Today’s topic of discussion: Favorite homilies. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, happy to have had a day that came and went with great alacrity.