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I have a schedule. How did that happen?
Today, I have an appointment with the Boston Passport Agency. My passport expired in February; I am going out of the country within fourteen days; I have a packet of paperwork and a book to wait with. This evening, I meet![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kenjari for the Post-Meridian Radio Players' Big Broadcast of 1946. Somehow I failed to notice until last night that this year's Byfar Hour is riffing on Arsenic and Old Lace, the play whose Capra-directed film adaptation introduced me to Peter Lorre, Raymond Massey, and Cary Grant (although not Edward Everett Horton, since I'm always surprised to see him there): I am looking forward. Tonight, I dream of sleeping.
Tomorrow, I catch a plane to D.C. I haven't seenstrange_selkie and darthrami since December, which is only exceeded in stupidity by the fact that I haven't properly met my godchild. Feeling her kick at a baby shower doesn't count.
Saturday, assuming I haven't disintegrated from lack of sleep, I attend Jon Stewart's Rally to Restore Sanity. I hope also to see B. while I'm in the area.
Either Sunday or Monday, I return from D.C. in some fashion still to be determined. I have a round-trip reservation, but it may need to be altered for logistical reasons. If Sunday, I hand out Halloween candy in Lexington.If Monday, I observe the same ritual in Rockville. I return on Sunday. I blame the Boston Passport Agency.
Tuesday I am a responsible citizen and I vote.
I collapse for a few days.
Next Friday, Tosca at the Boston Lyric Opera withfleurdelis28 and sharhaun. I get up the next morning and fly to Vancouver. Admittedly I saw Mike as recently as August, but he's lived in Canada for the last three years and I have not yet managed to visit him; I'll be returning on Veterans' Day. Hence today's procurement of a passport, which I should stop writing about and go accomplish.
After that, I imagine I don't move for a few weeks.
Today, I have an appointment with the Boston Passport Agency. My passport expired in February; I am going out of the country within fourteen days; I have a packet of paperwork and a book to wait with. This evening, I meet
kenjari for the Post-Meridian Radio Players' Big Broadcast of 1946. Somehow I failed to notice until last night that this year's Byfar Hour is riffing on Arsenic and Old Lace, the play whose Capra-directed film adaptation introduced me to Peter Lorre, Raymond Massey, and Cary Grant (although not Edward Everett Horton, since I'm always surprised to see him there): I am looking forward. Tonight, I dream of sleeping.Tomorrow, I catch a plane to D.C. I haven't seen
strange_selkie and darthrami since December, which is only exceeded in stupidity by the fact that I haven't properly met my godchild. Feeling her kick at a baby shower doesn't count.Saturday, assuming I haven't disintegrated from lack of sleep, I attend Jon Stewart's Rally to Restore Sanity. I hope also to see B. while I'm in the area.
Either Sunday or Monday, I return from D.C. in some fashion still to be determined. I have a round-trip reservation, but it may need to be altered for logistical reasons. If Sunday, I hand out Halloween candy in Lexington.
Tuesday I am a responsible citizen and I vote.
I collapse for a few days.
Next Friday, Tosca at the Boston Lyric Opera with
fleurdelis28 and sharhaun. I get up the next morning and fly to Vancouver. Admittedly I saw Mike as recently as August, but he's lived in Canada for the last three years and I have not yet managed to visit him; I'll be returning on Veterans' Day. Hence today's procurement of a passport, which I should stop writing about and go accomplish.After that, I imagine I don't move for a few weeks.
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My friend Mike is the cantor for a synagogue there. He's visited Boston twice since he moved, but I've never been to see him in Vancouver, partly because his schedule is ludicrous and partly because I have no money. A solution to these issues coincided pleasingly earlier this fall and so I'll be spending five days in B.C. I think it will be a lot of fun.
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I will imagine you singing together.