Well, dear readers, I am sitting here listening to Howard Hanson conduct various American composers, all of whom should be better known, but none of whom are household names. My favorites of this batch are Kent Keenan and Wayne Barlow, but all of them are tonal and quite beautiful. And now, Hanson conducts orchestra and chorus in his own A Song of Democracy, the opening of which is based on the tune of the slow movement of his Romantic symphony. I am craving a sweet treat and to that end I ordered some muffins from Yum Yum Donuts. I’ll have one tonight and save the rest. I watched no motion pictures last night for various and sundried reasons. I did get seven hours of sleep, answered the usual batch of e-mails, then moseyed on over to the two banks and did my banking, which went very quickly. I came back home, ordered a bacon cheeseburger and onion rings from Tom’s, forgetting that I don’t LIKE the onion rings from Tom’s. Food arrived thirty minutes later – burger was great, onion rings were – terrible – and I only ate about four of ‘em. After that, I moseyed on over to the mail place only to find they hadn’t put it out yet. I asked them to please find my envelope with check and they did, so that was good. Otherwise, there was just a small package there for me. I went back to the bank and deposited the check therein, then came back home. Then I did about an hour of research for one of the new books for next year, and then wrote three pages of my advance writing before the New Year arrives. At four, I sat on my couch like so much fish, put on some irritating YouTube videos and promptly fell asleep for about two hours. Then around seven I got some clam chowder and a tiny Caesar salad from BJ’s. It’s supposed to be a bowl of clam chowder, but the cardboard container sure doesn’t look like a bowl of soup, and for the first time, it was only a little more than half full, which I’ll be calling them about. You can’t leave special instructions with them, so the Caesar only comes with a tiny cup of dressing and it’s not enough and I’ll be calling them about THAT, too. Both were good, but c’mon, don’t short us on the chowder, baby, that just makes us very irritated. I then flitted around the dial, finding not a single thing I felt like watching. Then I had a long telephonic conversation with Doug Haverty, who’s finally back in LA after five or six weeks in Florida. And here we are. Yum Yum donuts are here and are NOT six muffins – they are six donuts – so either he picked up the wrong order or they don’t understand English there. Just got a refund. So many mistakes lately.
Today, I’ll be up when I’m up, I’ll do whatever needs doing, I’ll do some more research, then I’ll do some writing, I’ll eat something fun, I’ll check with the mail place, although the only thing I think I’m waiting on is some Pepcid, then I can watch, listen, and relax.
Tomorrow, I’m seeing a matinee of a play in Burbank, basically just to see the set, as we’re pondering asking him to do Drat! The Cat! Then next week is very busy doing any number of things.
We, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up when I’m up, do whatever needs doing, do more research, write, eat, check with the mail place, and then watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your favorite types of muffins and croissants? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, getting tired of screwed up orders – or maybe it could be the title of my next novel: When Muffins Were Donuts.