Well, dear readers, I am ready to get back to the way I normally feel, oh, yes, I am ready to get back to the way I normally feel. My stomach has been in tummy turmoil for two weeks now, the cough persists (although it was much better yesterday), and I just don’t feel wonderful. But enough is enough, as my close personal friends Babs and Donna said. I am sitting here like so much fish listening to a fine American composer I’ve never heard of named George Frederick McKay – wonderful music, lovely tunes, and my kind of guy.
Yesterday was a day of sorts. I fell asleep around three-thirty, woke up around seven, was up for about forty minutes then went back to sleep until around noon, so I guess I got near eight hours of sleep. Once up, I did the usual things – answered e-mails and such, sent the book off for a hopeful blurb, and then went and picked up packages (all from the day before, as I never got over there), went to Popeye’s and got two mild breasts to go, came home, and ate them all up and they were quite good as were the biscuits. Then Mr. Jason Graae came by and we had a lovely time catching up. We laughed and laughed and just when we thought we could laugh no more, we laughed again. After that, I did some work on the computer, listened to some music, and then sat on my couch like so much fish and promptly fell asleep for forty minutes.
Once up, I watched a new Blu and Ray of a motion picture entitled X the Unknown, a Hammer Film in the Quatermass mold. I enjoyed it very much and thought Dean Jagger was quite good in it. Anthony Newley has a role, too. The transfer is pretty good and if you like this sort of film, I can recommend it.
After that, I went to Ralph’s and got a bunch of liquid refreshment – Diet Coke (was completely out), Canada Dry Diet Ginger Ale, Canada Dry Diet Ginger Ale and Lemonade (why not), and Diet 7-Up. I came home and put all that in the refrigerator and that was that. Then I listened to a Peter Maxwell Davies noisy symphony, followed by George McKay’s wonderful music, followed by another marvelous new-to-me composer called Healey Willan.
Today, I have to be up by ten, I must find some sheet music in the garage, and then have a work session, which should take an hour or so. Then I’ll have something mild to eat, hopefully pick up some packages, put some gas in the motor car, and then we have a put-in rehearsal, which I’m really hoping goes well, as I simply don’t have time to do three weeks of directing in one night.
Tomorrow, I’m really hoping Grant will have something to look at, book-wise, and then I’ll do stuff until it’s time to attend the evening show, although I’m thinking of NOT going and instead having dinner with Muse Margaret and hubby Richard. I’d then see the Saturday night show. We’ll see how that all plays out. Saturday and Sunday are days for ME and ME alone – I have to make a show order and write the commentary for sure. And I’ll continue eating only mild foods. Then we begin our busy Kritzerland rehearsal week, interspersed with book stuff. There’ll also be meetings and meals, too, as there always are. I’ll be expecting some important envelopes, too, and hopefully those will all arrive on time.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up by ten, find sheet music, have a work session, eat, hopefully pick up packages, put gas in the motor car, do stuff, and have a put-in. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your favorite Hammer horror films? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, hoping to turn my various maladies into pleasant melodies.