Well, dear readers, it was a day like any other and yet it wasn’t a day like any other – it was the best of times, it was the worst of times and yet the best led the way, and the worst wasn’t much in view. What are these, the Great Expectations of these here notes? Yes, I suppose I was just being a little dickens. In fact, the cows and chickens are going to the dickens. From Dickens to Loesser in one fell swoop or, as I like to put it, one swell foop. I am currently sipping on a Diet Coke whilst concocting this rather outré paragraph. Let’s go back to the start of yesterday. I only got six or seven hours of sleep, depending on who you ask. Once up, I answered e-mails, had some telephonic calls, saw that Social Security had hit the account, so I went to the bank and transferred it from one account to another on account of I can. Have you ever asked why the cows and chickens are going to the dickens? Didn’t that question ever cause you to wonder just what the HELL was going on with the damn cows and chickens that they were going to the dickens? I just looked it up – it’s like the cows and chickens were going to the Devil. I can also be used to express annoyance, like, “What in the DICKENS is going on?” That’s a mystery solved. And a mystery solved is a mystery solved. Now we’ve gone from Dickens to Loesser to Agatha Christie. We are FLYING here. Where the HELL was I? Oh yes, I transferred money from one account to another. That is my account of what I did. After that, I came back home and ordered food – one chicken breast and wing from California Chicken Café. Also, a small thing of their chicken pasta salad. It arrived pretty quickly, and it was all very good. Hadn’t had it in quite some time. Then I had a phone meeting with a producer who’s trying to get a show up – she was picking my brain about L.A. theaters. We had a very nice chat and I do hope I was helpful. Then I went to the mail place, but the only package was a return that we knew was coming back to us. I also had to pay for the next year, and it’s really getting pricey there. I did NOT like writing that check, let me tell you and I have told you so as not to keep you in suspense. Then I spent an hour with Grant Geissman scanning a couple of things. After that, I came back home and sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I began watching some “suspense” thing without suspense, entitled The Neighbor. Hackneyed plot, nothing new, and the only reason I began it is because Jean Louisa Kelly is in it and she’s a friend. But it’s very bad so far. I watched the first forty minutes or so. Then I just relaxed and dealt with a sudden plethora of phlegm. A Sudden Plethora of Phlegm – that’s the title of my next novel. Anyway, that was pretty much it. Now that I ponder it, perhaps the reason that the cows haven’t come home yet is that they and the chickens have gone to the dickens.
Today, I’ll be up by ten, I have to visit a frame store to have some glass replaced by plexiglass, I’ll grab something to eat, then we have our second Kritzerland rehearsal at two-thirty, this time with everyone. We’ll be done by six and then I can watch, listen, and relax.
Tomorrow, I will relax and rest my voice and the same is true for Saturday and Sunday. Then on Monday, we do our stumble-through, then it’s a day of vocal rest and relaxation, then on Wednesday we do our sound check and show.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up by ten, visit a frame store, grab something to eat, have our second rehearsal, and then watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your favorite Frank Loesser songs? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, where I shall dream of the cows and chickens going to the dickens.