I haven't been writing as much, because it doesn't seem worth writing about sitting around doing very little. I have been biking at least every other day, weather permitting; and I have played a concert (and two rehearsals) and hymns for church. And I've been reading. Abby suggested that I knit her a hat. I could take up knitting. I could sew the cut up T-shirts I brought with me onto my quilt.
And I could write a couple of sermons.
And I could ... well, lots of things.
At least today held some interest. I thought I'd get to the Social Security Office in Lacombe, LA, on my way to New Orleans today, but when I pulled into the parking lot I realized I didn't have time, because I was on my way to see Alice's (and my) friend, Jessica Rothe (Jess) as she is shooting a movie in New Orleans. I arrived just in time for lunch, an amazing spread with roast beef, carved on the spot, crab legs, asparagus, salad, baked potatoes, and more.
The drive over was educational. When I looked at climate averages before moving down here, I noticed that Bay St Louis averages 9+ inches of rain in the month of December. I wondered whether that meant that it would be rainy and dreary for weeks on end, or if it would come in deluges. Today, I found out. I felt as though I was driving under a waterfall for 30 miles as I drove into New Orleans. There was a little lightning and thunder, but mostly there was an incredible, intense amount of rain.
Jess asked if I'd been on a sound stage before. No. But I was involved in quite a few student films a few years back, so I wasn't completely ignorant of what was going on. This particular production has a number of monitors. I couldn't hear what was being said in the shots, but I could see them clearly from where I was seated. The afternoon was both fascinating and boring. The people were all lovely, and I especially enjoyed chatting with a woman about my age named D or Dee. She was one of the hair people.
Remy stayed in his kennel in Jess's trailer. I got to go out and walk him about halfway through the afternoon when there was a break for a change of costume and hair. Today's shooting finished about 5:00, but Jess had to do an interview and get her make-up off, so we left about 6:00 and went for a drink, and I had a burger. It was just so nice to be with someone I know and love, here in the area. Jess's mom is visiting this weekend, and she invited me to come back. I told her to keep me posted on what she and her mom have planned.
I've been feeling deeply about the Oakland fire that has killed so many bright, beautiful, beloved young people. I think I would have taken notice of it, even if the dead did not include one of Alice's boyfriend David's dear friends; but knowing that he is deeply saddened by these events makes them even more real to me. Death is a simple reality of life. No matter the age of the person, it simply is. But we feel more regret for those who seem to be just beginning their lives, or at least their adulthood, especially when so many are killed at one fell swoop. Miami. Littleton. etc.
I hope some of you will come and visit. I have a feeling it's going to be a long winter if I don't find constructive and useful things to do. And I also know that I just need to give it a little time. After all, it didn't take long for someone to grab me up to play piano for a Christmas program. Everyone wants to know a decent piano player! And I keep handing out my Sacred Space cards. They feel like seeds I'm sowing that will bring me back to areas I've traveled through.
Something bit me on the foot last night while I was walking Remy. It itched until I took Rick's suggestion and put some ammonia on it. When I went to bed last night, the spot was a very small white dot on the top of my right foot. This morning, the same. For those of you who maybe unnecessarily concerned, here's a picture of it. And ... it doesn't itch anymore.
And I could write a couple of sermons.
And I could ... well, lots of things.
At least today held some interest. I thought I'd get to the Social Security Office in Lacombe, LA, on my way to New Orleans today, but when I pulled into the parking lot I realized I didn't have time, because I was on my way to see Alice's (and my) friend, Jessica Rothe (Jess) as she is shooting a movie in New Orleans. I arrived just in time for lunch, an amazing spread with roast beef, carved on the spot, crab legs, asparagus, salad, baked potatoes, and more.
The drive over was educational. When I looked at climate averages before moving down here, I noticed that Bay St Louis averages 9+ inches of rain in the month of December. I wondered whether that meant that it would be rainy and dreary for weeks on end, or if it would come in deluges. Today, I found out. I felt as though I was driving under a waterfall for 30 miles as I drove into New Orleans. There was a little lightning and thunder, but mostly there was an incredible, intense amount of rain.
That's the City of New Orleans in the distance. If you look closely, you can see that the tops of all the buildings are obscured in cloud. This was one of the moments when the rain let up enough to be able to see anything besides the taillights of the car in front of me.
Jess asked if I'd been on a sound stage before. No. But I was involved in quite a few student films a few years back, so I wasn't completely ignorant of what was going on. This particular production has a number of monitors. I couldn't hear what was being said in the shots, but I could see them clearly from where I was seated. The afternoon was both fascinating and boring. The people were all lovely, and I especially enjoyed chatting with a woman about my age named D or Dee. She was one of the hair people.
The overexposed blur on the screen is Jess. The monitors are flanked by two crew members.
Remy stayed in his kennel in Jess's trailer. I got to go out and walk him about halfway through the afternoon when there was a break for a change of costume and hair. Today's shooting finished about 5:00, but Jess had to do an interview and get her make-up off, so we left about 6:00 and went for a drink, and I had a burger. It was just so nice to be with someone I know and love, here in the area. Jess's mom is visiting this weekend, and she invited me to come back. I told her to keep me posted on what she and her mom have planned.
We took this shot before parting after dinner. My hair looks funny.
I've been feeling deeply about the Oakland fire that has killed so many bright, beautiful, beloved young people. I think I would have taken notice of it, even if the dead did not include one of Alice's boyfriend David's dear friends; but knowing that he is deeply saddened by these events makes them even more real to me. Death is a simple reality of life. No matter the age of the person, it simply is. But we feel more regret for those who seem to be just beginning their lives, or at least their adulthood, especially when so many are killed at one fell swoop. Miami. Littleton. etc.
I hope some of you will come and visit. I have a feeling it's going to be a long winter if I don't find constructive and useful things to do. And I also know that I just need to give it a little time. After all, it didn't take long for someone to grab me up to play piano for a Christmas program. Everyone wants to know a decent piano player! And I keep handing out my Sacred Space cards. They feel like seeds I'm sowing that will bring me back to areas I've traveled through.
Something bit me on the foot last night while I was walking Remy. It itched until I took Rick's suggestion and put some ammonia on it. When I went to bed last night, the spot was a very small white dot on the top of my right foot. This morning, the same. For those of you who maybe unnecessarily concerned, here's a picture of it. And ... it doesn't itch anymore.
See the little white spot. That's it. It was a little red around it last night, but not anymore.
I'm going to read and listen to the thunder now. The rain is predicted to stop around 1 or 2 in the morning. I hope to be able to bike in the morning. No plans for tomorrow. Guess I'll have to come up with something.
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