Well, dear readers, I have breaking bombshell news – it is April. Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, it is April and it is my fervent hope and prayer that April will be a month filled with health, wealth, happiness, creativity, and all things bright and beautiful. There, I said it and I’m glad. March went on its merry way with a truly irritating day and evening. There was one nice thing that happened, so that was – nice. The rest of the day can best be summed up with that marvelously marvelous French word – merde. I got only three hours of sleep and then proceeded to have a horrible allergy attack. I mean, the full monty, baby – sneezing, endless runny nose – I immediately took a Claritin-D, which took a whopping three hours to finally kick in. I think I went through half a box of Kleenex. Then some bad business that practically sent me over the proverbial edge – well, not practically – it sent me right the HELL over the edge. I had Panda Express for food – it was fine. But as a perfect metaphor for the day I was having, I opened the fortune cookie to find no fortune inside. I suppose that’s better than some enigmatic and weird fortune like, some days are irritating, or your patience will be taxed. Have you ever had your patience taxed. How much was the tax? Oh, I guess it was two nice things – one, telephonic call from Muse Margaret, just checking up on the eye issue and she was very glad to hear that the doctor thinks the muscle is healing itself. Then the other nice thing happened, so that was lovely. Then I heard from the Levin son who runs the estate and that was a completely weird e-mail that I did not understand at all. I’ve been sending them all our lovely reviews and some lovely photographs to no response. And then when it finally came it was weird and enigmatic – I responded and asked what it was about. If I don’t hear by morning, I’ll write again and say I’m baffled but nothing is going to quell the joy that doing this show has been. And I should think that any good review would help them market the show, but I don’t profess to understand people at all. The Levin son who contacted me twenty years ago has always been lovely and we’ve had many e-mail exchanges over the years. I did manage to watch an episode of some English thriller show called – Thriller. Someone had recommended an episode entitled Nurse Will Make It Better. The person recommending it was, in fact, Dorothy Herrmann, daughter of Bernard. She said the ending was amazing and totally caught her off guard. Having “nurse” in the title led me to think that whatever caught her off guard might be the same thing about a nurse in the Alfred Hitchcock Hour masterpiece, An Unlocked Window. And when I saw the nurse, I was sure that’s exactly what the surprise would be. But it wasn’t. I have no idea what took Ms. Herrmann off guard but I must have missed it, because it was a lame show with nothing special at the end. The MOST surprising thing was one of the guest stars – our very own Andrea Marcovicci, who must have been in London doing something. The nurse was, in fact, played by Diana Dors – once a zaftig sex symbol in the late 1950s, groomed as a kind of English Marilyn Monroe. My first Diana Dors experience was Scent of Mystery in Smell-O-Vision. Here is what she looked like in that smell film.
All I can tell you is, back in 1960 when I saw and smelled Scent of Mystery, staring at that photo in the souvenir program was endlessly enjoyable to a very hormonal twelve-year-old. And here she is as Nurse in the Thriller episode.
You can see why this non-hormonal seventy-seven-year-old might have thought they were pulling a T.C. Jones on us (those who’ve seen An Unlocked Window will know whereof I speaketh). Then I had a bagel, lox, and cream cheese for my snack and after that, just because I needed a little something to relieve my irritation, I had a piece of you-know-what from the Cheesecake Factory, a white chocolate raspberry affair with whipped cream on top. Then I found an online site where you open a fortune cookie and get your daily fortune – mine was, “Show everyone what you can do.” Okay then. Now I’m playing Ormandy, his band, and singers doing Carl Orff’s Catulli Carmina. Very different from Carmina Burana. I’m enjoying it – spectacular sound.
Today, I’ll try to be up by ten-thirty, then I’ll mosey on over to the mail place and hopefully pick up two important envelopes, then I’ll do my banking, perhaps pick up something resembling food to bring home or perhaps I’ll do DoorDash – we shall see. I will hopefully avoid all April Fool’s pranks/jokes. I’ll come home, answer e-mails, and hopefully not have allergy issues, and then I can have me a bit of a ME day, and we sure could use some modern major miracles around these here parts. Then at some point, I’ll watch, listen, and relax.
The rest of the week is more of the same, then we resume performances on Friday night – week three of our run. Hard to believe it’s already week three. Not sure if I’ll see all three shows, unless I have friends there that I need to say hello to. I know I’ll be there Friday for sure, as I do have friends coming that night.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, try to be up by ten-thirty, hopefully pick up two important envelopes, do banking, eat, answer e-mails, hopefully have no allergy issues, have me a bit of a ME day, hope for some modern major miracles, and then watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: what kind of canned foods do you enjoy? Canned vegetables, tuna, chili, hash – all that kind of stuff. I used to enjoy some roast beef hash from a can. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, as we welcome April with open arms and high hopes and it is my fervent hope and prayer that April will be a month filled with health, wealth, happiness, creativity, and all things bright and beautiful.