Well, dear readers, I am sitting here like so much fish, with an emphasis on the fish, since I had stuffed salmon on a plank – stuffed with crab and served with Bearnaise sauce at the Smokehouse. It was all a bit too rich for me, aided by the crème brulee afterwards, and the garlic cheese bread before and the thousand island on the dinner salad. So, my tummy is trying its level-headed best to process it. How can a stomach do its level-headed best? What does a head have to do with a stomach and, conversely, what does a stomach have to do with a head. But I’m getting ahead of myself – or should that be I’m getting astomach of myself? But really, I must write these here notes in a hurry for she of the Evil Eye will be here all too soon and I shall have to be on my way soon thereafter and thereafter soon. As I write these here notes, I am listening to Elmer Bernstein’s marvelously marvelous score to Birdman of Alcatraz, a fine motion picture from director John Frankenheimer, starring Burt Lancaster. I may have to watch it again. I’m sure it’s out in the garage somewhere. This is Elmer at his height – every score he was turning out during the early 1960s was great. I watched no motion pictures last evening, although one I want to see finally came down to a reasonable streaming price – Black Bag – so I’ll watch that this evening. I did get a lovely nine hours of sleep, got up, answered e-mails, and there were a lot to answer, did some work on the computer, couldn’t start choosing songs because I’m still waiting on a couple of videos to watch before I complete casting the young people’s show. I shaved and showered, had a visitor, then I moseyed on over to the Smokehouse for a dinner with Marshall Harvey. He had the filet mignon and I had what is it, fish. Lots of fun conversation during which we conversed. When I got home, I was so full that I just sat on my couch like so much fish and instantly dozed off. I’m a bit tired of all this dozing off malarkey, if you must know and you must. Now playing is Mr. Erich Wolfgang Korngold’s score for The Private Lives of Elizabeth and Essex. I always forget that we did this CD for Bay Cities back in the day, with Carl Davis conducting the Munich Symphony Orchestra. I wasn’t enamored of it that much back then, mostly due to the orchestra, but it’s really not bad at all and the music is sublime.
Today, I’ll be up by eight and out the door by eight thirty and on my way to breakfast and then do errands and whatnot until I come back home around eleven-thirty. Then I have to write an e-mail I’ve been putting off, letting the Levin person know how I feel about the way we were treated with such disregard. I’ll be nice, but I’ll be strong. Nice and strong, if you get my meaning, which I know you do. After that, I’ll do whatever needs doing, and then I can watch, listen, and relax.
The rest of the week is more of the same, and I’m not at all sure what the weekend holds, but I suppose I’ll find out.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up by eight and out the door by eight thirty, I’ll breakfast somewhere, do errands and whatnot, come home, write a nice and strong e-mail, do whatever needs doing, and then watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your favorite fish dishes and if you cook what fish do you like to cook at home? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, hoping the tummy starts processing the isn’t it too rich dinner I had earlier.