My God did I ever need a holiday... Last week was extreme crunch time, as we -had- to get all of Episode 3, the most FX intensive episode out of the bunch, done by Thursday so that the guy in charge could go on vacation next week, a fact I only found out after pulling a miracle out of my ass to get the whole thing finished in time. (No. I'm not bitter about that at all. Thanks for asking.)
Thursday afternoon I dragged my exhausted, stiff, and generally grumpy self home, and went for a long walk in the sunshine to clear my head. I could feel the stress peeling off me in sheets as I strolled through the brush. The trees were that vivid shade of yellow and orange that you only get in the early fall, before the frost and wind has knocked most of the leaves to the ground. The prairie grasses were gold against the bright blue sky, and there was a species of small, spindley bushed that I couldn't identify that had turned a brilliant red. I climbed a tree. I watched some chimpunks. Life was good.
The rest of the weekend passed in a delightful blur of relaxation. Layne and I watched some movies, I caught up on some reading, and even had a chance to work on my comic. On Sunday, we went over to my uncle's house for a big Pete family thanksgiving dinner. For the first time in well over ten years, my mom and her siblings were all together for a holiday, and they spent time catching up on the years of teasing each other that they had missed. I was largely exempt from the whole affair, mainly because I had Layne with me. It was a little strange hearing my mom and aunt entertain my cousins at the 'kid table' while I sipped wine calmly in the dining room, because three years ago, that would have been me making mashed-potato sculptures to delight the kids!! (Ok, ok, so I still do that... Just, not at someone else's house. :)
On Sunday, I visited the husband of the friend I lost to cancer early this spring. It was great to see him again, especially since he seems to be doing a little better now. (As he put it, he doesn't have to pull over to the side of the road anymore because he's crying too hard.) But, ow. We both agreed that fall is hard on both of us. I remember the long fall walks my friends and I took in my favorite park just outside of town, watching the gold-on-blue of the fields and listening to the geese. I haven't been there since she died. Maybe it's time I went there again, before the last of the leaves are off the trees.
Anyway, sad thoughts aside, this next week promises to be just as grueling as last, since we'll have less than two weeks to completely finish an entire epsiode, and a shorter work week on top of it all. But, I think I'm ready for it. The break helped, and it's not long now until all the episodes are finished and on the air. Fingers crossed that everything goes off without a hitch...
Thursday afternoon I dragged my exhausted, stiff, and generally grumpy self home, and went for a long walk in the sunshine to clear my head. I could feel the stress peeling off me in sheets as I strolled through the brush. The trees were that vivid shade of yellow and orange that you only get in the early fall, before the frost and wind has knocked most of the leaves to the ground. The prairie grasses were gold against the bright blue sky, and there was a species of small, spindley bushed that I couldn't identify that had turned a brilliant red. I climbed a tree. I watched some chimpunks. Life was good.
The rest of the weekend passed in a delightful blur of relaxation. Layne and I watched some movies, I caught up on some reading, and even had a chance to work on my comic. On Sunday, we went over to my uncle's house for a big Pete family thanksgiving dinner. For the first time in well over ten years, my mom and her siblings were all together for a holiday, and they spent time catching up on the years of teasing each other that they had missed. I was largely exempt from the whole affair, mainly because I had Layne with me. It was a little strange hearing my mom and aunt entertain my cousins at the 'kid table' while I sipped wine calmly in the dining room, because three years ago, that would have been me making mashed-potato sculptures to delight the kids!! (Ok, ok, so I still do that... Just, not at someone else's house. :)
On Sunday, I visited the husband of the friend I lost to cancer early this spring. It was great to see him again, especially since he seems to be doing a little better now. (As he put it, he doesn't have to pull over to the side of the road anymore because he's crying too hard.) But, ow. We both agreed that fall is hard on both of us. I remember the long fall walks my friends and I took in my favorite park just outside of town, watching the gold-on-blue of the fields and listening to the geese. I haven't been there since she died. Maybe it's time I went there again, before the last of the leaves are off the trees.
Anyway, sad thoughts aside, this next week promises to be just as grueling as last, since we'll have less than two weeks to completely finish an entire epsiode, and a shorter work week on top of it all. But, I think I'm ready for it. The break helped, and it's not long now until all the episodes are finished and on the air. Fingers crossed that everything goes off without a hitch...
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