Well, dear readers, I am sitting here like so much Saturday fish, listening to stunningly beautiful music by a favorite film composer and it’s simply one of the most moving scores ever, at least for me. I’ve been trying to get this to be a Kritzerland project for at least a decade now. It just keeps slip-slidin’ away, but every few years I write another e-mail about it. The one I wrote the other day was, how shall I put it, strong. And while I’m certainly not counting on anything, I think there might finally be some movement on it. I’m told the wheels move slowly, but if they’re moving that’s at least better than not moving. Speaking of moving, I finally watched a moving picture last night, entitled Sapphire, an English film from England, starring Nigel Patrick, Michael Craig, and Yvonne Mitchell. I’ve always wanted to see it. The first time I wanted to see it was on July 10, 1960, when it played at the Stadium Theater. Unfortunately, even though the poster looked salacious and appealing, I couldn’t see it because I was made to go on a trip to St. Louis. Sapphire had played exclusively the previous September and October at the Beverly Theater in Beverly Hills, and it received excellent reviews from all the LA papers. So, it was fun to finally see the thing. It’s a mystery film about the death of a young woman named Sapphire. I’m sure it was fairly bold for its time, given that Sapphire was of mixed race and racial prejudice in England was really bad. Especially when a mixed race young woman was passing herself off as white and had been impregnated by her white boyfriend. Anyway, it’s pretty much a police procedural and I enjoyed it – ninety minutes that keep you guessing as to who the culprit is. I had a couple of strong theories, and I was quite wrong. It’s well directed by Basil Dearden. Prior to that, I’d had a very nice day thanks to a surprise. I got eight hours of sleep, got up, had a telephonic call, did some work on the computer, then made a batch of Wacky Noodles and ate that all up. Then I did what I’ve done since the Social Security call – I checked the bank account even thought I knew the money was not coming until next Wednesday. Well, lo and behold as well as behold and lo, there it was. That was the best kind of surprise. After that, I took care of some business, made a telephonic call about my Medicare, but the Medicare system was down so I’ll learn more on Monday. Then I just relaxed, watched some irritating YouTube videos and then finally settled on the moving picture. And here we are.
Today, I’ll try to be up by nine-thirty or ten. I’m told the local library is doing their sale thing and I’ve never gone but am told they have lots of movies, books, and CDs for sale, cheap as can be. We’ll see – I do have to get proper sleep this week leading up to the Kritzerland rehearsals and show, I really do. I’ll eat something fun, either out or I’ll bring something back here, I’ll continue writing commentary, and then can watch, listen, and relax.
Tomorrow can be a complete ME day and that will be lovely. Monday, I’ll find out more about health insurance via Medicare, then I have some meetings and meals, Friday is the first Kritzerland rehearsal, Sunday is the second Kritzerland rehearsal, Tuesday is our stumble-through, and the we do sound check and show on Wednesday. Thursday, we dive right into the June show, which I’m trying to figure out. I do have something I want to do, but it’s just too unwieldy to put together quickly. So, I’ll keep thinking.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up by nine-thirty or ten, and if I am then I might attend the library sale, I’ll eat something fun, and then I can watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your favorite songs of Mr. Burt Bacharach? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, happy that the early bird caught the surprise.