Well, dear readers, I am sitting here like so much fish, writing these here notes very late due to watching a YouTube video about all the shows that were cancelled in the 1970 to 1971 season. Fascinating. Lots of “youth” shows, every one of which failed. Two Tim Conway 13-episode fails, two Andy Griffith 13-episode fails, several lawyer shows, an Interns show, a Don Knotts Variety Show, and on and on, including my very first television guest shot on The Young Lawyers. Anyway, as the wags say, better late than never. The non-wags say better never than late, but that’s another story. As I hurry and write these here notes, Franck’s Symphony in D-minor is playing, another terrific-sounding performance by Mr. Ormandy. I also had a three-hour nap. Prior to all that, I was up at seven-thirty after seven hours of sleep. I intended to go back to sleep, but I was told the covers would be on their way, so I waited for them to arrive, which they did ninety minutes later. Despite a teeny-tiny spacing error which I kind of liked, I approved them. The book will go to the printer on Monday and then it will show up at the usual online stores like Amazon and Barnes and Noble and I’ll make sure it’s linked to the already up eBook, which, as of writing these here notes, is still the number one new release in books about movie directors. Food arrived at noon-twenty – a Roma Special sandwich, large-size, and an antipasto salad for later. The sandwich was excellent. I also tried some of the antipasto salad, but I really didn’t care for it – yes, I was anti the antipasto salad. I listened to some more music, specifically the Tchaikovsky Sleeping Beauty suite – very nice. I watched a low-speed chase of a DUI suspect where the Highway Patrol had about 100 easy opportunities to pit the jerk but took none – completely inept. They finally got him while he was stopped by being caught in the middle of a spike strip. Why they didn’t pit him is anyone’s guess – someone who is under the influence needs to be removed from the road as quickly as possible, and yet they let this go on for two damn hours. I didn’t watch all two hours, thankfully, just the last thirty minutes. I had a telephonic call and now here we are.
Today, I’ll be up by eleven and I’ll go directly to the mail place – my Amazon Fresh order went there instead of here because I forgot to tell them here instead of there. It’s all too confusingly confusing. Thankfully, it was just a can of soup, sour cream, mayonnaise, and pasta. After I pick it up, I’ll stop at Gelson’s across the street and buy a couple of things for the hot dogs, like red cabbage and some shredded cheddar cheese. I’ll come home and make the hot dogs and that will be my food for the day, and I don’t care who knows it. Then the rest of the day can be a ME day, and I’ll watch, listen, and relax.
Tomorrow is also a ME day, and then I have a late afternoon dinner with a friend, Richard Allen. Then next week will be writing, meetings and meals, and doing whatever needs doing, then attending the opening night of Doug Haverty’s play.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, pick up my Amazon Fresh package, do a quick Gelson’s run, come home and make the hot dogs, eat the hot dogs, and then watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: In your TV viewing history, what were your favorite short-lived shows, the ones that didn’t last more than twenty-four episodes or one season? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, as I get ready for the hot dog day afternoon.