Well, dear readers, my eyeballs are so bleary from reading for six hours straight, that I can barely focus. So, forgive any misspellings or anomalies in these here notes because, to paraphrase Gaston in Gigi’s “It’s a bore” I say, “It’s a blur.” Of course, those with a keen eye that can actually see know that blur spelled backwards if rulb. That is important information to tuck away in one’s nethermost regions. That, of course, reminds me of the tale of The Randy Vicar and the Dangling Participle. That one’s a corker if ever there was a corker. Other than reading, I’d say the day had some okay stuff and a host of irritants to balance it all out. I’ve had quite enough of the irritants, thank you very much, please sir, I don’t want more. I really do need some really strong most excellent vibes and xylophones for a modern major miracle or the merde will not only hit the fan, it will subsume it, it will demolish it, it will smash it to smithereens. I only got four hours of sleep, which was irritating. Once up, I answered e-mails, I finally chose which of the many attempts at the four songs I would send along and send them along I did, with the script. For food, I had Pasta Papa from Hugo’s – used the last of my 50% off coupons – it was of its usual high quality and very tasty. Then, out of the blue and red and yellow and green and the wild blue yonder, the computer just shut off. Just like that. Screen went black and the Apple logo came up along with a message that told me the brilliant information that something went wrong, in both English and Japanese. It did this once before a few weeks ago and what I learned from that but didn’t remember right away is that nothing worked properly – blue tooth was useless, trackpad sat there like so much fish – then I remembered it was that way the first time and so I did what I did back then – used the power button to power off. I restarted, it re-booted properly, and all was well, except it took a half-hour. And let me tell you how irritating that was. Then I caught up on a few other things, and finally hunkered down to read a play, resulting in the bleary, blurry eyeballs I now have. And now, I must really move things along because I have to be up early.
Today, I have to be up early because I must shave and shower, put gas in the motor car, and then do the long drive to Arcadia and the Arboretum, where I shall join the sound guy and we’ll scope out the room where we’re doing the holiday show. Once that’s done, I’m getting right back on the freeway and heading back to familiar turf. I’ll stop at the mail place and see what’s what, I’ll get something to eat, I’ll come home, make some notes on the play I read yesterday, then continue reading the latest revision of the play I’ve been mentoring for a year. After all that, perhaps I’ll watch, listen, and relax.
The rest of the week and the weekend is working on the holiday show, finalizing song choices and getting music to everyone. I’m really hoping for a ME day over the weekend.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up by nine at the latest, I must shave and shower, put gas in the motor car, do the long drive to the Arboretum, scope out the hall for the holiday show with the sound guy, be on my way back to terra firma by one-thirty, stop at the mail place, get something to eat, come home, and then at some point, watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Ask BK Day, the day in which you get to ask me or any dear reader any old question you like and we get to give any old answer we like. So, let’s have loads of lovely questions and loads of lovely answers and loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, where I shall undoubtedly have bleary and blurry dreams, because, “It’s a blur.”