Got back to Home Depot to exchange bulbs and Northern Dweller came later to install them. Went to The Breeze meeting at 10:00 to discuss upcoming projects and covers. I suggested for October a big jack-o-lantern holding a beer stein with "Hello, Autumn!" underneath. Others liked it and I said I'd contact Jo B., who paints, to see if she'd do it. Called her and left a message.
Got an e-mail from Leslie. Her granddaughter, tiny Amelia Antonia R. (long Italian moniker), five months old, will undergo surgery on Monday to repair a heart problem. I sent her back a message. I know everybody's pulling for the tiny baby with the big name.
Niece Joan R. called and we had a nice chat. I had sent her a book on our shared paternal ancestry, as it was a duplicate. Thanked her for posting pictures of her mother's and my sister's wedding day from 1947.
Picked up Aline for rehearsal. It went well, I think, although we're really just starting and boy, we don't have a lot of time. I have to render some drunken singing three times. Substituted funny, mildly risque tunes for the original dated in-jokes, and they were met with howls of laughter. (Geez, improving on Kauffman and Hart! I should be strung up.) It's a great relief to finally be back on the stage on which we'll perform, although it was piled with books and boxes last night rather than a set.
WIDER: “The
main problem in any democracy is that crowd-pleasers are generally brainless
swine who can go out on a stage and whup their supporters into an orgiastic
frenzy—then go back to the office and sell every one of the poor bastards down
the tube for a nickel apiece.”
Oh, Hunter S. Thompson! Where are you now that we need you?
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