Well, dear readers, I’m not certain how it happened, but today seems to be the end of yet another month, and boy did August fly by, like a gazelle doing a pirouette after ICE tried to detain it – the gazelle merely said it was a United States gazelle, born and raised, and then it did the pirouette whilst singing America the Beautiful in a hitherto undiscovered key. Anyway, tomorrow, if I’m not mistaken, will be September, and it is my fervent hope and prayer that September will be a month filled with health, wealth, happiness, creativity, and all things bright and beautiful. There, I’ve said it and I’m glad. I’ve been listening to Mr. Munch for the last hour – first, Prokofiev’s Romeo and Juliet, then the amazing world premiere recording of Walton’s cello concerto from 1957 – one of the great Living Stereo albums – cellist is Gregor Piatigorsky, orchestra is the Boston Symphony. Now it’s Bloch’s Schelomo for cello and orchestra, which was the flip side of the Walton piece, also with Piatigorsky – definitive performances. What else? Oh, I watched half a movie entitled Mr. Buddwing, which I’ve always wanted to see as I’m a fan of the novel’s author, Evan Hunter, and I love amnesiac movies. I gather the book is Mr. Hunter’s favorite of all he wrote and he wrote a LOT. I’ve watched almost an hour and I’m sad to say the movie is just not very good. I think it’s the wrong screenwriter and the wrong director – Dale Wasserman, the same year he wrote the book for Man of La Mancha, and Delbert Mann. This could have used a John Frankenheimer of that era, or Edward Dmytryk, who did Mirage, also about an amnesiac – same year, too. I’ll finish it today. Also, it must be said that this is the long Labor Day weekend during which I’m intending to do no labor. Thankfully, I finished the proofing and the fixing, and the only thing left is to see what her hubby did for the last three chapters and incorporate anything I think helps – that won’t really take very long, and I’ll probably do it on Tuesday. Otherwise, I didn’t get nearly enough sleep – I have no idea how much, really, maybe six hours. Once up, I had two long telephonic conversations, then had a chicken breast and wing from California Chicken Café – very good – took pill one (I need to take pill one much earlier in the morning), then had an Amazon delivery of some foodstuffs I needed. In fact, after watching the first hour of the movie, I made a batch of tuna pasta salad, which should take care of today and tomorrow, food-wise. I tried a new soda pop flavor from 7-Up – zero sugar Tropical. It’s very good and quite refreshing. In the early evening, I ate a small thing of chicken pasta salad that I’d saved from the earlier meal and took pill two with that. I’d done the Prednisone with pill one. Now, I’m eating an English muffin and am about to take pill three. And so it goes, and it goes so.
Today, I’ll be up when I’m up, I’ll do no labor, I’ll eat tuna pasta salad, take pills, go to the mail place and hopefully pick up two important envelopes, and then mostly watch, listen, and relax.
Tomorrow will be more of the same – no banking or mail, so I’ll do the former on Tuesday. Then I’ll have some meetings and meals, and more tracks for the songs in the play I’ll be directing, which, by the way, is called The Altruist and is by the wonderful writer of weird novels named Bill Fitzhugh.
Well, 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 no labor, eat, take pills, go to the mail place and hopefully pick up two important envelopes, and then watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s free-for-all day, the day in which you dear readers make with the topics and we all get to post about them. So, let’s have loads of lovely topics and loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, where I shall ponder where the HELL the month of August went.