Dreamed of visiting Halifax; being sorry I'd left Toronto; hearing a group putting on an opera in English; an article about Nazi leader Joachim von Ribbentrop.
Moira returned from Chicago. (The weather was so hot that she ended up quitting the marathon!)
John and family came over for dinner, which was Thai food. (Kathrine made us a pumpkin pie.)
We ate at Swiss Chalet.
Saw the DVD of Ida Lupino's film noir The Hitch-Hiker. It grabs one's attention and doesn't let go. (Remind me not to travel in Mexico...)
Last night I went to a Karaoke Meetup at the Sports Centre Bar. It gave me sensory overload, and I only stayed for two songs, including Gerry and the Pacemakers' "It's Gonna Be All Right."
Today I went to an Asperger's Meetup in High Park. We met at Cafe Novo and went for a walk. (The weather was perfect!) Bev brought her dog Lily, who was entertainingly energetic. Evghenia brought her boyfriend and they spent a lot of time cuddling, so I didn't get home till 18:00.
Dinner was salmon. (The potatoes were riced with a gadget we got from Publishers Clearing House.)
Tonight I went to another Karaoke Meetup, this time at Bar Plus. There were fewer people than usual, and I got to sing over half a dozen songs!
In the morning Moira and I went to Scotiabank, where I arranged for my G.I.C. to be transferred to her ownership. (Afterward I voted in the election.)
Dinner was scalloped potatoes and ham.
In the evening I went to the St. Paul's NDP election night party at Boccone's. (I'm sorry my cold prevented me from doing much for their campaign.)
Dreamed of becoming an angel in heaven and doing something that unleashed turmoil; driving from B.C. to Alberta.
Dinner was more turkey pie.
We saw two episodes of Murder One tonight so the fourth disc will be ready to return when Moira leaves for Chicago.
D.A. (outraged about being called to testify): "And I remember these things--forever!"
"Good. That's what I like best in a witness."
--Murder One
Sinister Richard Cross: "I can see you're getting... overwrought"--ibid.
Dreamed of a non-existent MGM musical ballet number from the 1950s, with a woman wrongly thinking she'd killed a man and Ray Walston in two roles; arriving in my hometown Sackville, N.B., by train (from the west); taking the subway all the way west to Kipling station; a new Flintstones animated movie.
I'm still not completely over my cold. (Singing tires me before long.)
Dinner was more turkey pie.
At opera rehearsal, I already have some of Lucia di Lamermoor memorized again. [I'd done it eight years before.] Beatrice performed a ragtime song for us which she'll be singing in a concert soon.
"An' when a man does what he thinks is right --he deserves credick even when he's wrong"--Popeye the Sailor
Dreamed of visiting abortionist Henry Morgenthaler; visiting Bill Cosby's house (with sitcom family); noticing that someone was collecting stolen property near our old home in Sackville, N.B., and threatening to call the police; a period serial played for comedy called Believe It or Not.
Donald came over for dinner, which was turkey. (We had Thanksgiving a week early, since Moira will be in Chicago for the marathon there.)
