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.)
"My heart may have led me astray."
"I don't think it was your heart that was leading you, Arnold."
--Murder One
Dreamed of being on a children's soccer team going to Cuba for a tournament; going to a promontory on the seacoast; being unable to keep up on long walks; boarding a turboprop plane; seeing a huge Miami tower whose base was beneath the horizon.
Saw a DVD of a PBS documentary about building New York City's first subway line around 1900.
Dinner was turkey pie (surprise, surprise).
Went to the year's first Coro Verdi rehearsal. (Giuseppe's back from Italy.) This year we'll be doing Bellini's Norma first, and Verdi's Un Ballo in Maschera later. Norma has a superb opening number!
Dreamed of golf; making a new movie of Moby-Dick; seeing a conventional film depiction of a dream.
Went to a Sensitive People Meetup at the Java and Juice place in the Beaches. (I had an egg salad sandwich there.) Afterward I strolled along the boardwalk.
Dinner was a recipe called straw and hay pasta.
Judge: "Why doesn't that surprise me?"
--Murder One
Dreamed of using invisibility to go into a courthouse in my pajamas and occupy an unused room; re-entering the place without invisibility and getting caught; the John Denver song "Calypso"; translating the chapter in Tom Sawyer where he persuades the other boys to whitewash his fence.
Went out and dropped some more NDP flyers in my neighbourhood, between Greensides and Arlington avenues. I got really sweaty.
Dinner was scalloped potatoes and ham.
Started a new computer game called Airport City.
