Well, dear readers, I have breaking bombshell news – it is July. Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, it is July, which means fireworks and cavorting in bathing dresses and eating wieners on buns and toasting marshmallows and dancing and doing all manner of notorious things. And it is my fervent hope and prayer that July will be a month filled with health, wealth, happiness, creativity, and all things bright and beautiful. This year is flying by, like a gazelle singing a song of its own making called Who Ate the Bologna – it’s very clever and tuneful. In other breaking bombshell news, yesterday was a day in which I finally felt a bit better. No runny nose, only one cough the entire day and evening, the food I had tasted good (Chinese chicken salad), and per instructions from Dr. Jeanne and Dr. Jane, I had both water and juice, not necessarily in that order – and amazingly, only one Diet Coke. I did have trouble falling asleep, but I got eight hours and that’s what counts. Once up, I answered e-mails, talked to Muse Margaret, entered the fixes we agreed on, then I did all the global fixes and it’s ready to go back to the proofers. In fact, it has gone back to the proofers. After that, I had my Chinese chicken salad and whilst eating it I sang songs from Flower Drum Song in the key of B#. It’s hard singing when you are eating a Chinese chicken salad – it all sounds like chop suey except during the song Chop Suey. Then I sat on the couch and nodded off for a couple of hours, watched some amazing Penn and Teller Fool Us magicians, mostly stayed away from irritating YouTube videos. Then I actually watched a motion picture, some piece of cheese D-movie called Crash! From 1977, one of those awful Charles Band things, shot in Panavision yet, and starring Jose Ferrer, Sue Lyon, and, best of all, Leslie Parrish, still beautiful. It’s beyond ridiculous but does deliver many of the most pointless car crashes ever. Jose is married to Sue Lyon (like that’s believable) but he throws her out because she doesn’t really care for him. He has his big, mean dog jump in her convertible while she’s driving and bites her all over and causes the car to crash. Jose celebrates her death. But she’s not dead. No, she has amnesia and her whole face is bandaged. The nice doctor is smitten, of course, and the nurse (Leslie Parrish) is very nice. Earlier. Sue Lyon had been wandering around a swap meet and bought a little nasty-looking talisman from nasty-looking Reggie Calder. Well, this thing causes Sue to suddenly be possessed by it, with bulging red eyes as her car, sans driver, causes mayhem everywhere, as the cars keep piling up. And on it goes until it’s over. It never played LA or NY or any really major city – strictly the drive-in circuit in the mid-west and south. After that, I shaved for the first time since last Tuesday, and here we are.
Today, I’ll try to be up by eleven, I’ll go to the mail place and hopefully pick up two important envelopes, I’ll do banking, then come right home, as I don’t want to tax myself until I’m completely better. I am cautiously optimistic. I’ll choose the last couple of songs and get everyone their music, I’ll hope for blurbs, but I don’t want to rush them, I’ll eat, and then at some point I’ll watch, listen, and relax.
The rest of the week is more of the same. If I’m completely better by the weekend, I may mosey over to a nice restaurant for a nice meal.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up by eleven, go to the mail place, do banking, come home, choose the last of the songs, get everyone music, hope for blurbs, eat, and then watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: What will you be doing for July 4 and what was your most memorable July 4? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, happy to welcome July and be cautiously optimistic.