The reality of getting married has finally begun to sink into my
subconscious. I had a dream last night about our wedding day. And while
the main “characters” in this dream were definitely Scruffy and I, the
wedding was nothing like what I hope will happen. Imagine me in
a large, poufy, white dress with larger, poufier 80’s hair! But the
important thing is, no matter how things went wrong, and grew more and
more choatic, I was still happy. That’s what love will do to you.
Hopefully next month Jeff and I will be able to determine more of
the details, and thereby ease some of my anxiety about planning this
otherwise happy event.
So here I am, resting (as is the rest of the company) after
completing Week One of production. And what a week it was… I cannot
reveal all of the details- partly because I do not know all of the
details, and partly because I think I would like to continue to work in
the “biz” and do not want to say the wrong things about the wrong
people.
But, needless to say, there are personality conflicts in any setting
and any industry, and the tighter the quarters, the more readily these
conflicts come to a head. On a small budget movie, being shot in
smaller apartments, it was only a matter of time before someone made a
mistake and got themselves fired.
I have been running around more than I ever have in my entire life.
And when I say running, I mean literally. I added it up, and on
one day alone (a 15-hour day I might add), I spent nearly 150 minutes
speed-walking/running between errands. Whew!
I hate to admit it, but I might be getting too old for this s—,
er, stuff.
On Sunday, Anna and I went for a drive. We put the top down and
headed up to her Cousin Kim’s house in Orange Co., NY. After a brief
visit with Kim, her Husband. Pumpkin the Cat, and their new puppy
Rusty, we drove west into the green woods of Pennsylvania, where we
promptly got a little lost. Eventually, we returned to the Delaware
River area where we discovered the town of Walpack, NJ.
Of course, discovering the town wasn’t enough. I saw a small road
leading away into the hills and decided we should follow it. This road
quickly degraded into a shell-pocked dirt track, which necessitated a
drop into second gear for the better part of two miles. After
soliciting directions from a passing pickup truck, we found our way (so
slowly) to a little waterfall. At the base of the waterfall is a map of
the area, complete with a “You are Here” marker. The map didn’t make us
feel hopeful about pressing on: we were only a tenth of the way down
the road.
We turned around and headed back (slowly, very slowly) to the main
road. From there we drove south to Blairstown, NJ for dinner. We
stopped at a pizza joint run by Lou, who claims to make the best pizza
in the world. His claims weren’t entirely unfounded: the pizzas are
made with fresh crushed tomatoes, soft mozzarella, and a thin, tasty
crust. Along with a fine pizza, Lou served up a lot of local
information. From his perspective, Blairstown makes an excellent
location to raise a family; but a poor place to run a business.
For more information about the Delaware River area and how our
Federal Government destroyed the way of life of countless residents,
see The Legacy
of Tocks Island Dam.
