Well, dear readers, I am sitting here like so much fish, as the long, long weekend has ended and the musique of an excellent French composer, Charlotte Sohy, her symphony, plays. She didn’t write a huge number of pieces, but they were performed by the likes of Paul Dukas, Ravel, and Faure. I’d saved what I found of hers a year ago but never got around to listening to it until a few minutes ago, and so far, so good – very appealing and moody. She was a contemporary of Nadia and Lili Boulenger. Very enjoyable. Earlier, I did manage to watch two thrillers with no thrills, one slightly better than the other, which really isn’t saying that much. The first and worst was some waste of celluloid entitled Dream Lover, starring James Spader and Madchen Amick, written and directed by Nicholas Kazan, son of Elia Kazan and inheriting none of his father’s talent as a director. He has several writing credits, but Dream Lover remains his only feature film and that’s two decades ago. The best thing he created was daughter Zoe, who is a fine actress. Nicholas has no style, has either mis-directed or allowed his actors to not be great. I’ve never understood whatever appeal James Spader is supposed to have. In this film, his hair is carefully coifed, with every stray strand of hair immaculately placed, even in bed. Ms. Amick is certainly fine to look at and she gives a decent performance with very bad material. The script, ludicrous from the start, devolves in its final third into laughably bad, until the unintentionally amusing final moment. It’s nothing we haven’t seen many times before. Nothing about it really works and it seems an hour longer than it actually is. The other motion picture was entitled Masquerade, starring Rob Lowe and Meg Tilly. It’s another rather silly “thriller” with two twists, both the same but involving different people – ooh. I’ve always enjoyed Meg Tilly and she’s excellent, as always, and Lowe is fine. The big plus for the movie is a nice score by John Barry. The direction by Bob Swaim is okay but it just meanders and then gets silly. So, that was my “thriller” evening last night. Otherwise, yesterday was peaceful, certainly. About seven hours of sleep, I’d imagine, up at ten, not a lot of e-mails to respond to, and then around noon-thirty I had two helpings of tuna pasta salad. Later, I had one more – I’m pretty sure I didn’t finish a full half – anyway, it was really good. I also had a credit with Instacart, so I ordered a few things from Gelson’s that I’d forgotten the other day – well, they forgot butter, but I also needed Parmesan cheese (Kraft), mayonnaise, and English muffins. So, now I’m all stocked up. I had a telephonic conversation, a little cherry chip ice cream – thus far, there’s been exactly half a cherry – the worst batch I’ve had. I also had an English muffin in the evening for my snack. I shaved and am ready for she of the Evil Eye’s arrival early this morning. And here we are.
Today, I’ll be up at eight and out the door around eight-forty. I think the plan will be to go to the bank right at nine. IF there are people waiting to get in, then I’ll probably go have breakfast and then come back. If it’s just me and one other, I’ll stay, do my banking, go to my branch and make a deposit, and THEN go have a light breakfast somewhere. Then I’ll do some errands and whatnot, perhaps put some gas in the motor car, and then come home. Once home, I’ll do prep work on the Kritzerland show, set a date for our work session (the musical director just got all the music for the show), do whatever needs doing, finish the tuna pasta salad later in the day, and then at some point I can watch, listen, and relax.
The rest of the week is more of the same, mostly Kritzerland stuff, and then I’m not sure what’s the haps on the weekend and then somehow, we have the first two Kritzerland rehearsals.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up at eight and out the door forty minutes later, I’ll hopefully do banking first, have a light breakfast, do errands and whatnot, perhaps put some gas in the motor car, come home, work on the Kritzerland show, do whatever needs doing, and then watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your favorite ice cream flavors and what’s the best ice cream you’ve ever had and why was it the best? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, wondering how an entire quart of cherry chocolate chip ice cream can only have a half a cherry.