Busy evening
Category: Kitchen Sink...
Posted Friday, March 24, 2006 at 09:35 AM [GMT-6]

Warning to Jessica's Well readers: The following post contains references to both the weather and to our dog. Feel free to browse elsewhere.

Got a call about 4:00 pm yesterday from one of the church's Passion Play directors, asking if I could fill in as a camera operator for the final night of taping. I agreed to do so, even though I knew it meant a long night and I had plenty of other things that needed attending to.

I scrambled into acceleration mode (whatever that means), grabbing Abbye for her afternoon walk (she's adapted well to following my lead on a leash, by the way, trusting that I won't steer her into mailboxes or signposts), running to Rosa's for the Worst Beef Fajita Salad Ever (shame on you, Rosa, for using the dregs from the bottom of that Bag O'Lettuce...you know better than that!) and leaving a bit early to put some petrol in the personal jitney (which had been dinging and flashing at me for a couple of days). Made it to rehearsal around 7:00, where we immediately entered waiting mode for another thirty minutes.

The two remaining scenes were complicated and we didn't wrap things up until just after 10:30. I hope they've got enough usable footage to splice the whole thing together, although we're actually going to film opening night next Thursday just to have some insurance footage.

Oh, and I promised a weather comment, didn't I? Ridiculously cold, for this time of year and this part of the country. I felt silly wearing earmuffs and gloves on an afternoon walk in bright sunshine, but they really were needed. Had a pretty good freeze overnight, too, with frost on the ground this morning. Take that, you clueless fruit trees who ignore your wiser cousins (uncles?), the mesquites, who have had the good sense to not yet leaf out.

In closing, let me just remind you that the alpha version of the next Firefox release is now available. I'm sure there's a good explanation as to why it's called "Bon Echo," but I'm too unenthusiastic to look for it.