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IF YOU THOUGHT ABOUT it at all, Dear Viewer, you may have wondered at the dearth of new movies I've offered lately. Whatever has slowed production? (You might ask.) What about all that action I'm generally so fond of showing. And, my goodness, has the Little Actor given up on his promising career?!

Definitely not the case! (I'd quickly assure you.) Production, in fact, has not slowed in the least. The Little Actor is growing ever more adept, and I've loads of moving tales to tell! You're just not seeing them, Dear Viewer, and my camera is the problem. Or...possibly it's my computer. There's even the merest little scintilla of a chance that the problem lies with me. Although, of course, no matter what is causing it--whether the inadequacy of my camera-adjusting, computer-fiddling abilities, or an actually malfunctioning piece of equipment--the problem still ends up being mine.

And here's the thing: I can still produce my movies. Further, I can even show my movies. It's simply the way they must be presented that is causing me distress, holding me back. In order to explain, I guess I'll just have to show you a sample.

So here it is: a BLACK BOX. That's it--the problem, plain and simple! I've produced the movie. And, yes, you can watch it. But is there a clue who's starring in this movie, or an interesting photo to draw you into the action? Is there any photo at all to enhance the face of the posting? Oh, ho--NO! Just a blot. An ugly, unpleasant blot!

Now you can go ahead and watch it...



Ha! Did my lovely little movie get you squirming? Perhaps, Dear Viewer, when it comes to creatures with one hundred legs, you're one of those "can't-stand-the-sight-of-em" sort. And did you have even a hint of what was to come? Did you have fair warning?

Okay, here's another BLACK BOX:




Ordinarily, do you suppose I'm going to calmly fold my arms
and accept a BLACK BOX, where there should instead be a photo of
my piano-playing twin?! I think not.

And I've got another (well, lots of others, to be honest):




Have I made my point?
Okay, then!
And since this posting is already just a fine
mess o' BLACK BOXES, I'll give you my latest movie:
Equine Babes (filmed today!)




And it's sequel: A Moment Later




(And now, Dear Viewer, if you see a BLACK BOX in a
future posting, you will know this producer has
something she simply must show you--BLACK BOX or no!)


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P.S. I must give credit to the Little Actor, who acted as my consultant on the horse baby movies today, then took a starring role in Avocado Aficionado (in which the Director of Lighting loused up the job, and the movie, alas, had to be scrapped.)





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WE HAD TORRENTS OF RAIN last night. I woke several times to the sound of it roaring to the ground. Still, I was surprised to drive down the hill, long hours after the rain had ended and the sun had come out, and find that the creek had flooded its banks. The water was a foot high on the upper side of the road, necessitating a one-by-one careful navigation for the few waiting cars. I was happy it was passable, at any rate, and knew that the water could still be on the rise. Two hours later, however, on my return trip, the water had receded and opened up one lane.


I suppose I'll pass this way again tomorrow, Lord willing and the creek don't rise.


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THE LITTLE ACTOR paid me a visit today.




















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I WAS ALMOST LATE GETTING to my job this morning. I think that I've mentioned it before, Dear Reader, the fact that I deliver papers on Saturday mornings. It's a very part-time job, as I only do it two Saturdays of the month (the first and third)...and only between the hours of 8:00 and noon.

In spite of the very limited time I spend at this job (or possibly because of that fact), I confess that I often forget it's on my schedule! Can you believe it? I'm lolling around on a Saturday morning, thinking ah, the weekend! I'm kicking back, feeling no pressure, relaxing in the moment, going with the flow. I'm chatting on the phone. I'm browsing the web. I'm making myself a cup of tea. I'm noticing I need more paper towels from the basement stash. I'm going down the stairs and I'm...gasp!...I'm seeing all those bags of papers!

I've taken to writing myself a reminder, which I stick to the door of the fridge on Friday nights (or Thursday nights, or Wednesday nights, or possibly the first Saturday night of the month...) because it's always pleasant when I've not only remembered the job at least a few minutes before I have to be there, but prepared in advance--gotten the car loaded with my bags of papers and anything else I need to accomplish the job*.

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Yes, I really enjoy this little endeavor.
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There's a nice camaraderie at the recycling center, all those folks who are also making deliveries, racing to beat the clock like myself.







Mr. Recycle Guy is friendly and cheerful. He hoists my bags and boxes, but won't show his face--Oh, no you don't! No way! It'll break your camera! He often locks the gate when I leave, happy to send me on my way and be done for the day.









And I'm happy too. I feel a couple tons lighter, buoyed by the fact that
I actually got my papers delivered today!





















* That would be cardboard, corrugated only.






Psst! I took the guy's picture last winter
and my camera's just fine!








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