Well, dear readers, so as not to upset any sensitive dear readers, let me just say it in French: Les deux mouches sont mortes. Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, les deux mouches sont mortes. I warned les deux mouches it would happen, but they didn’t listen, and it happened. Now, the problem here is not les deux mouches, the problem here is that when I cut and pasted in the French, suddenly the document decided to underline every English word in Word in red. This was, of course, irritating. It took me ten minutes to figure it out, because if you ask Google, it tells you how to fix it on a PC. I do not have a PC, I have a Mac. Once I typed in the Word Mac it told me how to fix it. I had to click on a thing, change a thing because cutting and pasting in a new language made Word think I was now French. So, I put it back to English and all is well with Word and no red underlining unless it thinks I’m being illiterate or merely an idiot, not necessarily in that order. The problem now is that it’s not underlining anything in red and that is its own problem that I’m not going to give one or two Whit Bissells about. Ooh, it just underlined Bissells, so maybe I’m simply not being illiterate and/or stupid this evening as I write these here notes. Meanwhile, I’m waiting on some clam chowder to arrive – I’ve found that I sleep well after some hot soup. It’s been a completely weird food day any way you slice it. So, let’s slice it and get the facts, just the facts. First of all, I got ten hours of great and needed sleep. Once up, I was hungry and in need of pill one, so I decided that it would be hot dog day. I made three – broiling them as I always do. Well, just before they were the way I like them, they caught on fire. You know, grease escapes and the fire is so attracted to the grease that it must do something about it. Of course, it charred the dogs, and the fire was really having a field day with the grease, and I wasn’t about to take the baking sheet (with ridges for the grease) out of the oven and light the house on fire, so I filled a cup with water and doused it right the HELL out. Talk about coitus interruptus. I dried off the dogs and they were fine – had them with red cabbage and cheese. Then I took pill one. When it was time for pill two, Prednisone, and Folic Acid, I had two muffin tops. When it was time for pill three, I had a couple of teaspoons of peanut butter and a couple macaroons. See? Weird food day any way you slice it. And soon, the chowder. And Soon the Chowder – that’s the title of my next novel.
Otherwise, I mostly slept through the day. Guess I needed to catch up. I did watch some irritating YouTube videos, and I did watch a zero-budget motion picture entitled Murder Is My Beat, starring Paul Langton, Barbara Payton, and Robert (Inspector Henderson) Shayne, directed by D-moviemaker, Edgar G. Ulmer. Pretty standard and dopey, with bad acting from almost everyone. Of course, Miss Payton was a fascinating Hollywood character – married five times, the infamous Tom Neal/Franchot Tone affair, ultimately ending up as a call girl and dying from alcohol and drug abuse at thirty-nine. There were just a few identifiable location shots, all downtown. And now, I am sitting here like so much fish, writing these here notes in a hurry as she of the Evil Eye will be here all too soon and I need to shave and shower before bed, so I don’t have to do any of that in the morning. Still going through the Fs, music-wise, and now playing is a truly delightful Frederick Fennell recording on Mercury of classic Gershwin song instrumentals. Unlike most of Mr. Fennell’s wonderful Mercury Living Presence stereophonic recordings, this one has a string section. Most of his classic albums are for band. The sound on this thing is amazing.
Today, I’ll be up at eight and out the door at eight-thirty. I’ll go have breakfast at some nearby jernt, then do a Gelson’s run, go to the mail place, and return home at eleven-thirty. Once home, I’ll do whatever needs doing and then get my friend’s book interior ready to send to that designer (just waiting for Doug to send me the hi-rez photo sections). Then as soon as we have Doug’s back cover, she can make the book deal with my gal at the publisher, and I’ll send everything to them, and I’ll approve everything once done. From that point on, everything will go to her. I just got another orchestrated track, so just two more short and easy ones for act one. Then at some point, I’ll watch, listen, and relax.
The rest of the week is working on the song routines for act two, getting those tracks done, hoping to hear about the missing Sherman Brothers drive, hearing a test of a mix with one of the extracted vocals with a full band mix, and on Friday I Zoom with the neurologist.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up at eight and out the door by eight-thirty, breakfast, do a Gelson’s run, go to the mail place, come home, do whatever needs doing, begin preparing my friend’s book for the designers to receive, listen to the latest orchestrated track and approve it, then watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: Have you ever accidentally set food on fire and what did you do about it – not counting barbecue, of course. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, happy that the two mouches are morte.