Good morning, all! I slept later than I intended, first awakened by the ass above me around 5:40 am (I checked the clock) and after that, having a dream about visiting the neighbors who lived next to us at 3005 Goldman. We lived at 3003; my dad built the house between 1947 and 1950, when we moved into it. In 1980, he sold the house to my brother Randy, who lived there until he moved around 1997. In my dream, I visited Jack Tilton, whose wife died shortly after my mother, and saw his two children Susan and Mark. Part of the dream involved my looking for food and talking about my late father. The Tiltons were a nice family, and I have no idea what dredged up those memories.
Dixie Carter was a lady I had always wanted to meet when I was working at the Drama Book Shop. She and her husband were friendly with the owners, but our paths never crossed. I think the first thing I ever saw her do was the 1976(?) revival of PAL JOEY at Circle In The Square; she played the caustic reporter Melba who sings "Zip." She was wonderful.
Today, I have to finish the Montgomery & Stone work for the copyists and write a new drum part and vocal part for the piece. I may do laundry, although I am tempted to let it go until tomorrow, and I'll watch more of Season Two of BONES.
My allergies are still in an uproar. That is all.
