I have this whole, insane load of craziness to record here. But Gin is coming, so I am dusting and washing and shaking out things in preparation for the visit of my lovely daughter and the boys.
Just a head’s up. Last week I had a fit of – I don’t know what. Feeling mushy. Like nothing I was doing meant anything. And this is what happens when I feel that way: I DO something. Usually, actually, something I will regret later—like taking a load of things I’m tired of to Good Will (DI). That is how I lost a very dear family heirloom.
Beware of me.
This tree, over thirty years old, was getting grizzled—a bunch of dead branches on the lower trunk. I hated them. Every time I looked at them, I reminded myself I had to do something about them. For years, I did this. So as an antidote to mushy, I stomped out to the garage, got down the scary pruning tools and proceeded to effect mayhem. I even put the dead branches in the back of the truck. No heirlooms were harmed.
A day in the life: Thursday last.
First on the agenda: a meeting at Orren Hatch’s office. Met with Ron Dean, his Guy on the Ground, about a 700 acre marsh an environmental committee wants to put in three blocks away from thousands of houses down here. It would mean re-routing our river and providing habitat for about three billion mosquitos. After Rachel nearly lost her life to West Nile, the rest of us think this is a fairly dreadful idea. Especially considering that there’s a very long OTHER side to the lake where nobody lives. The gloves of the People are coming off.
G, setting up.
The producer gives notes. Our strings are very good. Our producers are very good. Heck. our SOUND is very good. I can claim no credit at all for this, except that i count the beans. But I get to hear it all go down, faintly, through my office wall.
Poor Ray, stuck in the piano isolation room. He plays flute, clarinet, oboe, bassoon, recorder, piccolo—anything that counts as a woodwind, Ray plays brilliantly. And he’s a sweetheart.
Third: a film shoot in the LL (long, light – family – room) This took till about one in the morning. Not business as usual, but delightful because I got to watch Cam at work, and I kibitzed.
Cam’s Red camera. Green screen. When you need to shoot actors and then overlay them on a more exotic location, you shoot against a green screen.
My son. WOO HOO impressive to me.
The dining room becomes wardrobe.
In the rest of the room: what happened to the denizens of the place.
Behind the green screen.
I love these shots. LOVE them.
Cam directing.
Wardrobe adjustment
Yes. Directing. My kid.
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