It’s always nice to be back in the Home of Arbor Day, spending quality time with a quality family. I suppose all relationships ebb and flow in closeness, and that we all process the stages of trauma in our own time and way – but through it all I think as a family we’ve managed to remember what matters most and have stuck together, cheered for each other, and cried with each other.
Little Mitch seems to have hurt his back; he walks hunched over in the mornings with his tail between his legs. The x-ray shows no visible signs of major injury, and the vet surmises that the dog has strained back muscles; there is not much else to do but force him to rest. Mitch doesn’t mind except I think he misses our long walks and seemed jealous that Jeff was able to get out this evening. Jeff plays non-stop in the backyard, chasing squirrels, sticks, and imaginary things.
Less than eighteen hours after getting a call less than twelve hours after driving for twelve hours there I was on a real set doing real acting for real money. The production team operated smoothly and by the time my wrap was called I was feeling very confident about the work. And the best part is that we still get another day later in the month to shoot another page of funny stuff.
Until then my dance card is filled stage managing, shop cleaning, more acting and hopefully more acting. Oh, and maybe back yard relaxing, or some camping, or some baseball. But otherwise, elsewhere on the front of resume additions, some dice are still rolling. But this weather is turning out some perfect temperatures and the plan for now is to enjoy as much as we can.
Top of the World, Ma!