Bit different from my day

I wonder how much of a refrain "That's now how we did it the last time I was in school" is going to become. I'll try not to bore you with it.

I will miss this job

A week ago I was exhausted and stressed and really not looking forward to being away for 6 days. But I needed the money and this is one of my very favorite clients. So I said, "A week in Oklahoma? Sure, sign me up." and was determined to grin and bear it. Now that we're done and on the long slog home (Tulsa to Houston to Jackson MS, to Baltimore to Albany then drive to Boston tomorrow) I can say this was a great week.

Here's why Museum on Main Street is one of my very favorite clients: we talk to the most interesting people that I would never have a reason to meet otherwise. 

Adventures in moving

I have survived the move, though it did end up being an adventure. When we picked up the truck on Friday afternoon they asked if we wanted to upgrade from 10" to 16" at no extra charge. If anyone offers you that and your stuff really would fit in the 10" don't take it. It's not just harder to drive and guzzling more gas, it's also truck rate for tolls and so 2-3 times the cost of a car. But it did make packing it very comfortable and low stress. And the guys I hire were fantastic: careful, professional, efficient, and cheap. So Friday went pretty well. 

Grip Gloves

I had to use my grip gloves to do yard work today and the whole time I was feeling uncomfortable about how stained they were getting. The thing is I bought them in the gardening section of Home Depot. But I don't garden. And now my grip gloves smell grassy and it makes me feel like a poser.

I believe this is a problem that regular people don't have.

saying goodbyes

The thing about the "last week" is it's full of a lot of goodbyes and that takes the edge off how excited and ready to go I am. I had a going away party yesterday. Or rather my friends had one for me. Mostly I've been feeling like, well I'll be back and forth a lot and I'll still be in touch with all my friends. And so in some ways this departure was feeling more like an extended business trip. But then at the end of the party yesterday Brian gave me a hug. Brian doesn't hug people. And I sort of stopped and thought, right, it's going to be a long time before I see Brian again.

Then tonight I was at a theater performance that the company I work with was doing. (Can't be a company member since I'm not an actor, but I've been a Saucy Lackey for a few years now.) Afterwards I was making the rounds hugging all of them - actors are huggy - and I ended with the friend who got me involved with them in the first place. After a couple of hugs I had to say, "I'm going to cry now, I have to go." Those folks I probably won't see for a couple of years. Though when I get to making my thesis film there's a few I'll be calling. But in so many ways it was those folks who enabled me to get as far as I've gotten as a filmmaker. I wouldn't be going to BU now if it weren't for them. I was able to start getting serious about films because I had fantastic people to work with.

And now I'm making myself cry again. I'm just going to stop.

One week, and I think I'm crazy

A week from now I will be standing in a small apartment in Boston staring at a lot of boxes. Actually no, if we're not still moving the boxes I'll probably be taking all the helpers our for dinner. It feels real now that Darryl has already moved in and I am 80% packed.