Tried to watch The Man in the White Suit, but the DVD proved to be unplayable.
Finished our used-book business accounts.
Dinner was the rest of the Indian food.
Saw the DVD of the movie of Carson McCullers' The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter. Nicely atmospheric, with Alan Arkin in fine form.
Dreamed of going on vacation and packing far more luggage than I needed.
Dinner was McCain's pizza. (Moira was going to make pizza herself, but couldn't find where they sell pizza dough.)
At choir practice we did a run-through of most of Rigoletto. (When we voiced the wind in the storm scene, Giuseppe said "What kind of wind is that? It's more like a fart!"
"I don't like big feet. They remind me of gammon"--I'm Alan Partridge
Dreamed of Mae West.
Went to the latest Classical Music Meetup event: a Caroline Leonardelli harp concert at the North York Centre library. I was late (bloody Daylight Savings Time!). My favourite piece was Debussy's "The Girl With Flaxen Hair." I'd never noticed that harps had so many pedals...
Donald, John and John's family came over for dinner, which was Indian food. (This time, at my suggestion, they got two meat dishes instead of just one.)
Saw the DVD of When the Moors Ruled Europe, a British TV documentary about medieval Spain.
"It's impossible to think of Canada ever being at war again. I am so thankful that phase of history is over"--Anne of Windy Poplars
"It's a who's who of everyone who's who--who lives in Norwich"--I'm Alan Partridge
Dreamed of the newspaper The Montreal Gazette (which I haven't read for years).
Went to lunch with the Introvert Meetup at the Duke of Kent. (Only three people came.)
Dinner was chicken divan.
Went to a Karaoke Meetup at Bar Plus. (A few months without, then two on consecutive nights!)
In the online game Frontierville I bought a Kobe cow to contribute to Japanese earthquake relief.
Dreamed of the Sergio Leone western Once Upon a Time in the West (which I've seen several times).
Dinner was curried shrimp.
Saw the DVD of the first episodes of the second season of Steve Coogan's I'm Alan Partridge. In one episode he visited his old school and caused a scene for headmaster who'd wrongly caned him and the classmate, now a teacher, who was really to blame. (He'd drawn a penis on the back of Alan's uniform.) I did not pity their undermined authority: they got what they deserved!
Went to a karaoke event organized by the Introvert Meetup. One guy sang "Come and Get It," which I hadn't heard for years! (How do I remember songs like that?)
Dreamed of a Democrat convention to nominate a presidential candidate dissolving into acrimonious factionalism; a non-existent TV thriller series about a guy carrying an object full of incriminating information, being chased by ruthless government operatives.
Went to the Tibetan demonstration at the Chinese Consulate-General. I didn't know there were that many Tibetans in Canada! (I heard about the event on Facebook from Cheri di Novo, whom I think I saw there--she was the only blonde.)
Then I went to see my shrink Dr. Hassan, who says I'm his hero(?).
Dinner was sausage and mashed potatoes.
Went to the master class. Henry sang Gounod's "Ave Maria" just before I sang "Le Veau d'Or" from Faust, and I quipped "From Gounod's heaven to Gounod's hell!"
Moira said I shouldn't read Anne of Windy Poplars on the bus late at night lest I get attacked, which led to a spat. (Is she afraid they'll think I'm gay?)
Got my hair cut. (The barber had seemed interested in my operas, but she didn't get around to seeing them.)
We resumed work on our used-book business accounts. (September was profitable.)
Dinner was stir-fry chicken.
Went to the master class. I had to leave early, so Giuseppe let me sing first.
Then I went to a new Discussion Meetup. We split into small groups to discuss different subjects. I met several immigrants, including a Japanese girl called Azumi who was impressed by my ability to say a few sentences in her language.
Baked rye bread overnight.
