Well, dear readers, I am sitting here like so much fish, listening to the Anita Kerr Singers singing Bacharach and David. A delightful album I found on the Tube of You. Is it fashionable to like the Anita Kerr Singers? Because I have to tell you, they’re really good. Why the HELL am I talking about the Anita Kerr Singers when I could be talking about the insanity that is our world right now? Well, better the Anita Kerr Singers than the insanity and fearmongering. One particular moron on Facebook actually posted this was not going to be over for a year-and-a-half. You would have enjoyed my response, or not. I mean, he based that rather stupid prediction on – wait for it – how he felt and saw things. Well, Brain-O, no one gives a flying Wallenda how you feel and see things and you should just shut your gaping maw and go in a closet and say whatever you like to the clothes and shoes. Drain-O of the Brain-O – a disease as insidious as the insanity that is our world right now. As the Anita Kerr Singers have just informed me what the world needs now is love, sweet love and to walk on by on my way to San Jose. I gotta tell you. Those Anita Kerr Singers tell it like it is, baby. In case you haven’t noticed, by sanity is not so quietly slipping down the drain.
Yesterday, I slept ten hours. After two days of five hours, that was probably necessary. Once up, I answered e-mails and then moseyed on over to the mail place to get the two packages they forgot to give me the day before. And there I got a little miracle that was completely unexpected, and that will allow me a tiny bit of respite for at least three days. And I’ll take that, baby. Also in the mail was a check from the Billy Barnes Foundation. Apparently, the Robby Award that we won comes with a $500 cash prize, so they split it between all of us in the show – we all got seventy bucks. I came right back home and decided to order from Door Dash – after that awful Stouffer’s meat loaf debacle, I needed to eat something good. So, I prepared an order for the Mexican jernt, but as I went to the site to place it, The Cheesecake Factory came up, so I decided to see if it still lamely wouldn’t allow me to order. But I was able to do an ASAP order. I’m thinking that if you try to place an order while they’re closed it doesn’t work even if you try for an advance time. So, I did that instead, ordering the slightly smaller lunch version of my beloved farfalle with roasted garlic, chicken, caramelized onions, sundried tomatoes, and peas. It arrived a mere twenty minutes later with some of their great bread and they even included butter. The food was amazing. I haven’t been to a Cheesecake Factory in over three years, I think. This dish, especially, is one of my all-time favorites and it did not disappoint. Food was hot and the bread – well – I ate it all up. It was very filling and I didn’t really eat anything else. I may order again and try my other favorite, spicy chicken over rice – it’s kind of like orange chicken and I haven’t had that in about six years. You smell bad for about three days, but since I’m social distancing aka staying inside that’s fine. I’d like to social distance from the refrigerator but that hasn’t proven possible yet.
I did the laundry – sheets, towels, and whatever else was in the bin. When all that was dry, I made the bed, cleaned up a bit, swept, then I finally sat on my couch like so much fish. I have just learned a new thing from the Anita Kerr Singers and it’s an astonishing thing to learn – a house is not a home. Who knew? Then I sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I watched a motion picture on Blu-ray entitled Lilith, another film I’ve never watched more than five minutes of. It stars Miss Jean Seberg and Mr. Warren Beatty, along with Miss Kim Hunter, Peter Fonda, and the film debut of Mr. Gene Hackman. It’s a weird movie, but Miss Seberg is beautiful and heartbreaking, Mr. Beatty is excellent and so is everyone else. The photography is gorgeous black and white and the direction by Robert Rossen is interesting. The Kenyon Hopkins score seems at cross purposes with the film and isn’t too helpful. It doesn’t really amount to all that much but I’m glad to have finally seen it.
After that, I wrote more words of the 1500-word essay I’m doing for some book – up to 600 words right now. I listened to music, shaved, and then it was time to write these here notes.
Today, I’ll get up when I get up, I’ll write, I’ll eat – I’m thinking tuna sandwiches, maybe, but we’ll see how I feel – but definitely something here – I’ll watch something, I’ll listen, and another day and evening will go by like so much fish.
Tomorrow and the rest of the week will be whatever it will be (que sera sera), but I’ll hopefully get word that the book is going to the printers, and I’ll finish the essay and get that turned in on time and I’m sure I’ll twiddle my thumbs and learn more life lessons from the Anita Kerr Singers.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, get up when I get up, write, eat, watch listen, and perhaps do the Dance at the Gym from West Side Story on Facebook Live, even though I have no idea what Facebook Live is. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s free-for-all day, the day in which you dear readers get to make with the topics and we all get to post about them. So, let’s have loads of lovely topics and loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, happy that the Anita Kerr Singers tell it like it is.