A new project

Here’s the idea. I love reading, I have a background in theater and I need a job where commuting isn’t a part or standing for lengthy periods of time. So, there is at least one company looking for readers to record audio books. I made a new resume that focuses on voice. Looks pretty good. Now I have to record a selection to send along with a cover letter. The pay’s not huge, $25 to $35 an hour. But reading an entire book could be lots of hours. The issue might be that I am discriminating about quality of writing. I’ve been known to put a book down mid-way if the writing is : redundant, boring, trite or self congratulatory. Most books are not sloppy because publishers have editors. We’ll see how this goes.

Tonight is the finale ‘Late Night Show’ with Stephen Colbert. I and a multitude of others are sad to see him go. Funny and able to put a spin on the sometimes or often terrible news. Yeah, lighten up and shake your head. I’m sure I don’t have to worry about Colbert’s future. He had Letterman on his show recently. I had forgotten how funny he is. Here’s a question: why to old men grow beards? Why shave? Perhaps that’s what they’re thinking. I guess if I hadn’t waxed my legs for so long and lost hair growth on my legs, I’d give up the razor. A pain to do. But my legs aren’t what people see first and close up. Mel, who had wonderful thick hair always shaved and I thanked him for it. At the very least, it made it easier to enjoy a kiss. Oui, je le manque. Chaque jour.

I found a funny card for Dick, whose health is terrible. Not going to his record store anymore. The card says, ‘I’ve always got something up my sleeve. Right now it’s a laundry sheet.’ Reminiscent of the time I ran out of the Ladies room to join Dick for a spotlight dance with a piece of toilet paper on my shoe. I hope he gets a chuckle. So hard to figure out what would help.

Neighbor Julie had a baby 10 days ago. May Marin. I gave her a triangular soft wrap that should work as a sort of traveling baby blanket. I ran into a trio of neighbors coming back from gardening our Jackhammer Park. They urged me to join them next time. I pointed out that I can’t kneel. One said ‘oh, just sit in the corner and tell us stories.’ That, I agreed to do, wholeheartedly.