Monday, 12 June 2023

Judee Morton


            On Sunday morning I searched for the chords for "Que tu es impatiente, la mort" (Death You're So Impatient) by Boris Vian and immediately found a set on Boite a chanson (Song Box). I transcribed the chords for the first two verses. 
            I blog published "You Bastard You", my translation of "Vieille Canaille" (Old Rascal) by Serge Gainsbourg on Christian's Translations. 
            I played the electric guitar during my recording of song practice. I only did two takes of "Megaphor" but I spent most of camera battery on all failed takes of "Sixteen Tons of Dogma". I plan to do these recordings every day until July 15, so that will give me at least fifteen more sessions each with the electric and the new acoustic. Maybe in one of those sessions I'll get it right. Since everything I get wrong I've gotten right all I need to do is get it all right in one take. The potential is there. 
            I weighed 86.2 kilos before breakfast. 
            Around midday I finished cutting the last piece of fiber board to fit into the depression in my kitchen floor. I took my tubes of wood glue and construction glue over to Home Hardware to ask which one would be best for gluing the boards to the floor. The place was busier than I'd ever seen it and it took a while to get help. The guy with the prematurely white hair finally told me to go with the construction glue. 
            I weighed 85.6 kilos before lunch. I had Breton crackers with five-year-old cheddar and a glass of limeade. 
            In the afternoon I took a bike ride downtown and back. This time I remembered to stop at Long and McQuade to return the cable with the loose jack. They put my money back into my account. 
            I weighed 85.4 kilos at 17:00, which is the lightest I've been at that time in nine days. 
            I spent about twenty minutes on the deck chiseling pieces off my rock encased amethyst. It's going to take a long time. 
            I was caught up on my journal at 18:33. 
            I reviewed the video I shot this morning. I think the first take of "Megaphor" might be all right and maybe "The Time of the Yo-Yo". 
            In Movie Maker I worked on synchronizing the audio of part B of my July 15, 2022 song practice with the video. I got them down to just one song verse apart. 
            Also in Movie Maker I edited the copy of the 1926 German silent film Faust and cut out about twenty minutes. I may already have the parts that I need but I'll go through the rest of the film just in case. 
            I made pizza on naan with Basilica sauce and five-year-old cheddar. I had it with a beer and watched the first ten minutes of the other episode of "Arrest and Trial" that had partially downloaded since last year. It had only completed 53.6% and so the audio didn't come through. A middle aged woman wakes up and wakes her husband, played by Telly Savalas. The next day he goes to the police detectives and talks to Detective Sergeant Anderson. They seem to have a heated exchange. 
            I watched season 1, episodes 12 and 13 of Petticoat Junction. 
            In the first story Joe has a scheme to turn the Shady Rest into a honeymoon hotel with Judge Joe Carson marrying couples on the premises. Kate reminds Joe that he's not a judge but he says Sam Drucker is going hunting and so he can swear Joe in as temporary justice of the peace. He does so but tells Joe that it's not official until he gets the document co-signed by the county clerk. But in Hooterville when a young couple named Walter and Elsie come out of the marriage license bureau and decide to take Joe's honeymoon package deal, Joe forgets to get the document co-signed. He marries the couple back at the hotel and it's a beautiful ceremony but it's only when the couple are on their way upstairs together after the ceremony that Joe realizes his mistake. Joe and Charlie have to hike to Lost Lake to find Sam while Kate, her daughters and Floyd must stall the couple from going upstairs so they don't have sex out of wedlock. They come up with several ridiculous activities to occupy the young lovers and by the time that Joe and Charlie come back with Sam the couple are barely awake when they renew their vows and Charlie and Kate have to hold and direct their heads so they can kiss. 
            Elsie was played by Judee Morton, who was bedridden for a year at the age of nine and it was feared she would never walk again. But she became a dancer and an actor. She left her entertainment career for twenty years to raise a family. She earned an M.A. in educational psychology from California State University. When she returned to acting in middle age she continued to work as a psychotherapist. She wrote "What's So Good About Bad Feelings?" 


            In the second story Mrs. Stroud, a well known columnist is coming to visit and review The Shady Rest. But she is only coming because Joe made a mistake and had the dream brochure for his ideal hotel printed instead of the Shady Rest's regular brochure. So now Stroud will be expecting rooms with private baths, room service, tennis courts, a swimming pool, a bowling alley, an ice skating rink, and a sauna. Kate makes Joe meet Stroud in Hooterville to tell her the truth. But he's so scared of her that he brings her to the hotel still thinking it has everything advertized. Joe has two way telephones connecting her room to the desk so she thinks there's a switchboard. The next morning Stroud wants a tour of the facilities. Betty Joe passes her while dressed for tennis, Bobbie Joe comes by all wet in a swimming suit. Steam from a kettle clouds Mrs. Stroud's face when she looks for the steam room and she sees Kate get ice shavings in her face supposedly from a braking skater behind another door. But Stroud is not fooled and threatens to shut them down. Joe's last resort is to romance Stroud. Stroud finds Joe charming but doesn't believe he loves her. Finally he confesses to everything. She won't close down the hotel with a bad review but Joe is going to escort her to her class reunion.

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