"It's Fruit Loops time!"--Big Love
"My cope bin is full, do you hear? Full!"--ibid.
"Don't talk to me about love. It only opens you up to hurt"--ibid.
"I wish you wouldn't make 'killing her' sound so much like killing her!"--Weeds
Baked whole wheat bread.
Father and I went to see Dr. Hassan. We discussed how I should go about getting into the Ontario disability Support Program. [I only noticed how tall my shrink was when he was next to my father.]
Dinner was lasagna.
To a customs inspector at the U.S.-Mexico border: "You think there's a tiny little immigrant inside my lipstick?"--Weeds
Dreamed of taking a date to see a movie in the morning at a non-existent cinema just east of the actual Vogue Cinema in my hometown Sackville, N.B.; seeing an airplane in Cape Breton skirt the horizon in a complete circle and crash-land; rushing to give first aid.
Went to see Dr. Ang. They're going to send me to a haematologist!
Finally did my taxes. (None to pay again this year.)
Dinner was pork chops.
Went to the Open Minds Cafe. I suggested the topics "Who are your heroes?" and "What are your favourite TV shows?" but few people seem interested in what I suggest.
Dreamed of coming to rehearse for a recital but not knowing what I was going to sing; the Donizetti aria "Una Furtiva Lagrima."
Went canvassing with William in the Wychwood & Louise area. People seemed receptive. There were several Jewish residents and we had to be careful about disturbing Passover. (One said she couldn't vote NDP because we're anti-Israel.)
Dinner was vegetable stew.
We dress-rehearsed our Easter concert at Blythwood Baptist Church. I'd been walking so much that I had to sit for much of the rehearsal!
Dreamed of a school quiz where the questions were so cryptic that nobody could answer them; the British heist comedy The Ladykillers.
At today's singing lesson Giuseppe was complaining about singing teachers who don't know the repertoire.
Dinner was boneless chicken with the rest of the Indian food.
At choir practice we learned a difficult part of Nabucco.
"Behind every man is an exhausted woman"--Big Love
"I don't care if you're Minnie the Moocher!"--ibid.
Dreamed of a movie about Batman's origins with a rural setting full of bright sunshine, and the hero surviving a summary execution of all his brothers.
Went to a Walking Meetup. (Felice has taken over from Anita as organizer.) We visited Allen Gardens, then walked to City Hall and Easter Around the World, where a dozen ethnic groups were selling Easter food! If I'd stayed to 16:00, I could have got a lot for free.
Snow on Palm Sunday!
Dinner was more of the Indian food.
"Another day, another revelation"--Big Love
Dreamed of a non-existent 1979 movie with nonstop action and an English villainess; both of my eyeglasses lenses falling out of their frame and getting chipped; trying to remember the second verse of "Danny Boy"; meeting one of the new owners of our old house in Sackville, N.B.; telling her how I often dreamed about it and felt I was invading their privacy!
I've been watching a DVD of first episodes of Saturday morning TV series produced by Sid and Marty Krofft. [One of them died just a few days ago.] I remember watching H.R. Pufnstuf and Lidsville at the time. They must have smoked some high-grade dope!
Baked rye bread.
Dinner was more pork and rice (and the rest of the lasagna).
