Well, dear readers, cramping is rampant, so we’ll see how far we get with these here notes. Twenty minutes later and finally I can type again. Hopefully, that will last until I finish these here notes. And away we go. Yesterday. Up just before the alarm was to go off at eight, answered e-mails, and was out the door at eight-thirty. I decided on Art’s Deli, which I don’t like but I knew no one would be there and I was right – me and one other solo person until I left at ten, when a few more folks had come. I had my safe choice – bacon and eggs and rye toast and hash browns. I don’t eat the latter because they’re clearly frozen crap and awful. From Art’s I went to CVS to pick up my monthly supply of one of my pills, then from there I went to Gelson’s and picked up two packs of Hawaiian Rolls for the Do, and from there I went to Macy’s and did a return. From there, I came home. From there, I answered more e-mails and did a few things around the home environment, including hanging a painting from the garage. I found a good place for it in the bedroom and it’s a really weird and excellent kind of Dali-esque thing, done by a well-known set designer, if memory serves. I’ll have to read the back of the painting info as it’s written there. Okay, here it is: artist is Emrich Nicholson, an art director for Paramount and Universal in the late 40s into the mid-1950s, when he quit the studios and went to work for the Leo Burnett Company, a huge advertising agency as their West Coast Art Director. He got an Oscar nomination for One Touch of Venus, and some of his other films were Douglas Sirk’s Magnificent Obsession, Sign of the Pagan, Battle Hymn, a few other early Douglas Sirk films, and all the Ma and Pa Kettle movies. Here’s the painting.
Isn’t that weird and kind of wonderful? I wonder who Irving and Vanessa were – it’s signed to them. I searched for thirty minutes, found lots of Hollywood Irvings but none married to a Vanessa. I’ll keep researching that. Where was I? Oh yes, I hung a painting. Then I had orange chicken from my usual jernt and that was good, took pill two (earlier I’d taken the rest of the pills, including the eight I do on Mondays), then began the slow process of organizing for the Do, most of which will get done today. I was going to finalize and finesse vocals and mixes today, but that’s been pushed to the twenty-eighth, so my voice can get better and we can record that track and finish this project. Then I watched some YouTube things, oh and we had a Zoom meeting at one with the set and costume designer, the sound designer, our producer and co-producer, and maybe one other I’m forgetting. That went smoothly and quickly. Then at nine, I began watching a motion picture entitled The Long Walk, yet another 2025 movie. Based on the novel by Richard Bachman aka Stephen King, it was the first book King wrote, although it wasn’t published until after his fame had kicked in, back in 1979. It’s a weird little movie, not too good, but I’ve got forty-eight minutes to go and I suppose I’ll finish it. The director is yet another “visionary” directors – I know what I’m in for when they pull that crapola – I suppose having directed The Hunger Games makes you visionary. Not. And here we are.
Today, I’ll be up when I’m up, I’ll begin the big cleanup of 2025, which will probably take a few hours. Not sure what I’ll do for food, I’ll do whatever else needs doing and then I’ll finish the movie. In the evening, I’ll make the two batches of tuna pasta salad, slice, dice, and mince the sauce ingredients, and then watch, listen, and relax.
Tomorrow, I’ll finish the cleanup, start the spaghetti sauce at noon, that will simmer all day, as will I, I’ll shave and shower, and at six people will hopefully start arriving for the Do. I will, of course, have photographs and a complete report for you. Then the following day, the Darling Daughter will arrive, and we’ll do whatever she would like to.
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, begin the big cleanup, eat something, do whatever else needs doing, finish the movie, make two batches of tuna pasta salad, slice, dice, and mince, and then watch, listen, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: In your theater going experience, what were the best sets you’ve ever seen? Not necessarily the most opulent, although those count, but sometimes the cleverest. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, happy to have dug out the surreal painting. Heaven knows what else is buried out there.