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Losts and Founds
Mar. 3rd, 2019 04:55 pmIt hasn't been a good week in the keeping track of things department. The first few days of this week, I could not find my gloves for the morning Walkin' of the Dog. It's still pretty below normal out there, so this got to be rather uncomfortable. Then, while bringing something down cellar on Wednesday, I remembered we have a stash of older wintry things, including some gloves, on a shelf next to those stairs. Hmmm, wonder if I have an older pair in there.... wait, THIS pair looks exactly like.... DOH.
Eleanor, of course, had put them in the last place I'd think to look for them- where they belong:P
Four more days have passed and I haven't lost them again. I did, however, manage to lose the chest strap for the heart rate monitor I use during workouts. Fortunately, I have a spare, and it may turn up at the gym or in some odd spot I just haven't seen yet (and yes, I did check the rack on the cellar stairs where we keep gloves and such;)
On the other hand, after leaving the workout today, I found a perfectly serviceable Thermos-branded insulated lunch bag, which someone had left for dead in a Tarjay shopping cart two parking lots over from the store of that name.
And I wrecked another earbud, but I do that just about every week:P
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Then there are lost rights and found opportunities in the world of theater:
A local repertory group got a bad surprise near the end of last week: it was scheduled to begin a performance of To Kill a Mockingbird later this month. The surprise was because they'd duly purchased the rights to a 1969 adaptation of Harper Lee's novel, which has played round the country with little issue for decades. Trouble is, there's a new Aaron Sorkin-penned adaptation on Broadway now, and Lee's estate sent a cease-and-desist because there are limitations in the 1969 script's rights which prevent any company from using it while a "first class" Broadway version is playing. Well, not any company; companies located in, or within 25 miles of, a city with a population of 150,000 or more are prohibited. On Tuesdays during Lent. Or something.
Our local theater, which had sold season tickets to the thing, rather panicked when they got the nastygram; they immediately announced they were replacing it (with, fittingly, an adaptation of Orwell's 1984); they struck their sets and tossed them in the dumpster; and THEN they found out that the Broadway producer, who took all kinds of shit for the heavy-handed move, backed off. Not only would they allow the shows to go on, they would allow the jilted companies the rights to use the new Sorkin script for no additional rights fee. Not sure if they'll get to put on the new version in the future or not, but meanwhile they'll be continuing their cheery 2018-19 series, following the Orwell, with a new production- of Schindler's List- The Musical!
Down the road a piece, the bus-and-truck Broadway show house announced the plans for their staging, later this month, of Hamilton. It played here last year, without us in attendance, because all the tickets went to scalpers except the daily $10 lottery ones which I never won. And you know all too well my luck with seeing it on Broadway proper:P But this provides more opportunities; in addition to a similar daily lottery for the ten-dollar ducats, I am now registered, as I was for the Broadway performances, to get a "verified fan" leg up on the scalpers. A week from tomorrow, I will learn if I will get the chance to purchase tickets for the Rochester run; not cheap, but certainly less than the bad guys want.
I've already "called my shot" on this one: I will get the code, I will purchase the tickets, and my usual wintertime buddy Aaron Brrr will once again cause a traffic-stopping blizzard to keep me from seeing it.
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Finally, not lost, but not at all well:
This weekend marked nine months Pepper has been with us. She seems to need between three and four months to totally destroy her favorite toy: a Kong squeaky elephant which I bought for her along with her ID tag the day after she came to us, and then supplemented with an identical one several months later. First, the ears go (which is how the original "Vinny" got his name), then she gets into the stuffing, and before long Vinny is nothing more than Skinny.
I started seeking out a replacement when the white foam on the floor began getting out of hand. I found the same green elephant in a smaller version, but that wouldn't have lasted nearly as long- but yesterday I found a pink variation, christened "Rosie," who came home to great glee and gnashing of teeth:
I just hope she doesn't wind up getting a cease-and-desist letter from Dumbo.
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ETA. Found the missing strap! It was in one of my dress shoes I wore before my last workout. Because of course it was. I might not have ever known if I hadn't gotten a call just now;)
Eleanor, of course, had put them in the last place I'd think to look for them- where they belong:P
Four more days have passed and I haven't lost them again. I did, however, manage to lose the chest strap for the heart rate monitor I use during workouts. Fortunately, I have a spare, and it may turn up at the gym or in some odd spot I just haven't seen yet (and yes, I did check the rack on the cellar stairs where we keep gloves and such;)
On the other hand, after leaving the workout today, I found a perfectly serviceable Thermos-branded insulated lunch bag, which someone had left for dead in a Tarjay shopping cart two parking lots over from the store of that name.
And I wrecked another earbud, but I do that just about every week:P
----
Then there are lost rights and found opportunities in the world of theater:
A local repertory group got a bad surprise near the end of last week: it was scheduled to begin a performance of To Kill a Mockingbird later this month. The surprise was because they'd duly purchased the rights to a 1969 adaptation of Harper Lee's novel, which has played round the country with little issue for decades. Trouble is, there's a new Aaron Sorkin-penned adaptation on Broadway now, and Lee's estate sent a cease-and-desist because there are limitations in the 1969 script's rights which prevent any company from using it while a "first class" Broadway version is playing. Well, not any company; companies located in, or within 25 miles of, a city with a population of 150,000 or more are prohibited. On Tuesdays during Lent. Or something.
Our local theater, which had sold season tickets to the thing, rather panicked when they got the nastygram; they immediately announced they were replacing it (with, fittingly, an adaptation of Orwell's 1984); they struck their sets and tossed them in the dumpster; and THEN they found out that the Broadway producer, who took all kinds of shit for the heavy-handed move, backed off. Not only would they allow the shows to go on, they would allow the jilted companies the rights to use the new Sorkin script for no additional rights fee. Not sure if they'll get to put on the new version in the future or not, but meanwhile they'll be continuing their cheery 2018-19 series, following the Orwell, with a new production- of Schindler's List- The Musical!
Down the road a piece, the bus-and-truck Broadway show house announced the plans for their staging, later this month, of Hamilton. It played here last year, without us in attendance, because all the tickets went to scalpers except the daily $10 lottery ones which I never won. And you know all too well my luck with seeing it on Broadway proper:P But this provides more opportunities; in addition to a similar daily lottery for the ten-dollar ducats, I am now registered, as I was for the Broadway performances, to get a "verified fan" leg up on the scalpers. A week from tomorrow, I will learn if I will get the chance to purchase tickets for the Rochester run; not cheap, but certainly less than the bad guys want.
I've already "called my shot" on this one: I will get the code, I will purchase the tickets, and my usual wintertime buddy Aaron Brrr will once again cause a traffic-stopping blizzard to keep me from seeing it.
----
Finally, not lost, but not at all well:
This weekend marked nine months Pepper has been with us. She seems to need between three and four months to totally destroy her favorite toy: a Kong squeaky elephant which I bought for her along with her ID tag the day after she came to us, and then supplemented with an identical one several months later. First, the ears go (which is how the original "Vinny" got his name), then she gets into the stuffing, and before long Vinny is nothing more than Skinny.
I started seeking out a replacement when the white foam on the floor began getting out of hand. I found the same green elephant in a smaller version, but that wouldn't have lasted nearly as long- but yesterday I found a pink variation, christened "Rosie," who came home to great glee and gnashing of teeth:
I just hope she doesn't wind up getting a cease-and-desist letter from Dumbo.
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ETA. Found the missing strap! It was in one of my dress shoes I wore before my last workout. Because of course it was. I might not have ever known if I hadn't gotten a call just now;)