Well, dear readers, because I know each and every one of you like to be completely up to date with the very latest news, I’ve got breaking news right now: It is June. Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, it is June, i.e. it is no longer May. And it is my fervent hope and prayer that June will be a month filled with health, wealth, happiness, creativity, and all things bright and beautiful. And I hope this new month will bring some calm because we damn well need calm. Let June bring light and hope because we damn well need light and hope. So it is written, so it shall be done or to put it in simpler terms, I has spoken. Otherwise, I am sitting here like so much fish, still listening to the gloriously glorious music of Sir William Walton. Now playing is a wonderful suite of his ballet, The Wise Virgins, based on the music of someone named Bach. I don’t know about you, dear readers, but I think we could use some wise virgins right about now. I myself was once a wise version, but that’s another story. Yes, it’s June, June, June, as Mr. Hammerstein once wrote with Mr. Rodgers.
Yesterday, it was May, the last day of May to be exact and it went out in a rather tumultuous way, which I hope June will not repeat. On the final day of May, which I like to call the final day of May, I got eight hours of sleep, got up, did whatever needed doing, did Kritzerland show stuff, and then ordered food from The Cheesecake Factory. I decided to be bold and have something new, the spaghetti carbonara. It arrived about thirty-five minutes later and upon opening the bag I was dismayed, oh, yes, I was dismayed to find the lid on the container of the carbonara had come loose and there was sauce everywhere – on the utensils, on the bag with the bread, on the container with the butter – it was a mess. Thankfully, all of the spaghetti was still in the container, so I got it out of there into a bowl and retrieved a bit of the spilled sauce, but there was still plenty left, too much, really. The bread was a lost cause, though. It was pretty good but not the best carbonara I’ve had – that used to be Tony’s Bella Vista before they closed last year, with Barone’s also being very good. It was too saucy, frankly, which made the whole concoction too rich, and I ate about two-thirds of it, if that, and got rid of the rest.
After that mess, I had no sweets here to alleviate all that cream, but I wasn’t in the mood to go out quite yet, so I sat on my couch like so much fish.
I watched the first half of Seconds but didn’t feel like watching the second half of Seconds, so I shut it off. Instead, I watched a motion picture on Blu-ray of one of my favorite westerns, Ride the High Country. This is a movie I love – especially the dialogue between icons Randolph Scott and Joel McCrea. The latter is intensely moving in this film. The direction by Sam Peckinpah is simple and just right, and even though he hated the score by George Bassman, which does get a little Mickey Mousey every now and then, I love it because of its gorgeous main theme. The transfer is pretty good, too, but I just love the interplay between Scott and McCrea, and the film’s final image is one of my ten favorite final images in all of cinema.
After that, I did a quick trip to Gelson’s to return two cans of tuna fish that I accidentally bought – low sodium – didn’t notice. They were out of the regular Bumble Bee gold can that I like (but had fifty of these stupid low sodium things), so I just got the regular Bumble Bee, and I got some pudding cups for my sweet. I came home and had the rice pudding cup, which was very good, and a bit later I had the last of the bagels with the last of the cream cheese.
Then I watched half of an Amazon Prime motion picture original called Seberg, about Jean Seberg and the hounding of her by the FBI. It’s not great, but I’ll finish it up tonight. Then I listened to music and got ready for the entrance of June with the attendant line, “Hello everybody, my name’s June, what’s YOURS?”
Today, I suppose I’ll get up when I get up, then if all goes according to Hoyle, the books will arrive via UPS and I’ll go pick them up, and hopefully I’ll also pick up two important envelopes and perhaps even some other packages. Then I’ll eat something, then spend the afternoon signing the books and doing the little musical quote in each. Then I’ll do Kritzerland show stuff, and then I can relax.
Tomorrow, the helper will come pick up the books and get them shipped as fast as possible – she’d already gotten the priority boxes, so it should go relatively quickly, at least that’s the hope. The rest of the week is all Kritzerland show stuff, doing our Facebook Live tests, although those will depend on whether things calm down – we may hold them for a day – we were going to do the first one on Tuesday, but we’ll see. On Saturday, she of the Evil Eye comes for the first time in ten weeks, and then on Sunday we do our Kritzerland show on Facebook and YouTube Live.
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, hopefully pick up books and other packages and important envelopes, eat, sign books, do Kritzerland show stuff, and then relax. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your favorite films of Mr. Randolph Scott and Mr. Joel McCrea? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, where it shall be my fervent hope and prayer that June will be a month filled with health, wealth, happiness, creativity, and all things bright and beautiful.