Getting re-combobulated …

One day away from home and the blog schedule is shot to hell, but as luck would have it no one died in the crossfire so here we go again.

Monday night Kim and I were invited to be extras for a film shoot at The Cider Gallery — much fun and very tiring.  Let me assure you, movie people work hard for the money.

Yesterday (Tuesday) the truck showed up at 8:30am, same crew that worked late Monday night, and started unloading approximately 4 tons of equipment — not kidding — and schlepping it to the 4th floor to shoot scenes in our loft.  Craft service was set up in the holding area, the producer, the writer/director and at least one of the leads arrived, and we left them to their magic at 10:30.

Drove out to The Farm to do a few things, then back to town.  While I got my hair cut at the barbershop, Kim walked Madison down the street a couple of blocks and let her wander around Lucky Dog Outfitters where the two of them picked out a T-shirt.  She took a walk on the wild side, slaking her thirst from the communal doggie bowl and snorting crumbs like a pro.  The little muffin trotted all the way back to the barbershop on her own four feet, holding court along the way with her public, and then BACK to the pet shop where Mom liked the T-shirt but overrode them on color — purple and pink instead of two-tone green.  Sorry Kevin, she’s no John Deere girl anymore, but she can walk like she’s brand new.   Lunch happened and some other stuff, including an interesting guy on a pretty amazing old farm who hulled about 40 pounds of Colton’s black walnuts.  That’s a lot of bending down to the ground, so it’s a good thing Colton — a friend’s son — isn’t yet as tall as he’s going to be.

A lazy drive through the countryside and it was back to The Farm ’til we got the text that said “We’re wrapping out!”  The director was determined to get everybody home before the Royals/Giants game and she got close to her goal.  Sadly, the Royals didn’t.

But tonight’s another night, boys and girls, all good thoughts to our boys in blue.

The film crew was just finishing the load-out when we got home, so everybody shared hugs and happy talk — they were pumped after a good day of shooting.  Really too bad about the baseball deflation later.  We’re anxious to see the rough-cut of the movie, and even more the finished result.  If every frame bearing our features ends up on the cutting-room floor, technologically speaking, we won’t need counseling — that was hours of pure fun.

So there ya’ go, a day in the life … and now, film at eleven …

The Cider Gallery

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Part of the Load-In at the Lofts

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Madison and her new T-shirt

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