I went to Yoga this morning for the first time in two weeks. Agony. I mean, it’s only a sort of mild pain from stretching muscles that don’t believe they should move farther than they do. But it’s good for me, builds character.
Well, Steve has headed back to London. Quite by chance, Andrew is on the same flight back. In case you wonder why it has taken me till Monday to update my weblog, it’s simply because Steve needed to be on my computer at every spare moment to check basketball scores…hmm.
Steve came to Iceland to chop vegetables. Really, I just wanted to provide a Christmas dinner that was as much like the family gathering in Chattanooga as possible so my brother chopped things, swept and move furniture. We had twenty-one people for dinner, which was quite the feat in my tiny apartment. Actually the bigger challenge was the food preperation, because I have a dorm size refrigerator. Fortunately I have a balcony and the temperature was close to freezing.
I’ll post pictures later, but my camera doesn’t have a flash so the photos I tried to take are worthless. ÃƒÅ¾or has promised me copies of the photos he took, and I’ll post them when I get them.
The party was black tie optional and two of the men actually wore tuxedos. Several ladies came in evening gowns, which was lovely. Such fun.
Pomegranate and chickpea salad
Green beans with lemon and basil
Spinach, artichoke caserole
Yellow and blue potatoes with garlic and gorgonzola
Buckwheat pasta, with butternut squash, mushrooms, eggplant and chestnuts
Shrimp curry and rice
Merangue with chocolate rum sauce and mixed berries
Steve and I spent today wandering around town. We did some prep work for the party tomorrow, but most of the daylight hours were spent in downtown Reykjavik. We stopped at the Parliament building.
And then went to the lake behind it. That’s town hall behind Steve. Strangely, he only asked for his picture in front of government related structures…covert operations?
We ran into Sarah and Andrew downtown and had tea with them. I say tea, when I mean hot chocolate, but it was teatime–those crazy Brits. After we went home, Steve helped me move furniture for the party on Sunday, and then we went out with Sarah, Andrew, Ingver and John for dinner.
I didn’t have to come to work today until 4:45. Steve and I joined a group of the cast at Culture House for brunch. Afterwards we went shopping for groceries (ooooh) and came to work. We were going to go the Blue Lagoon, but there wasn’t quite enough time to fit that in. I’ve sent Steve off with Sarah’s friend Andrew. Andrew came in on the same flight as Steve–he’s also fond of beer, so they’ve hit it off well.
His flight was delayed, but he has arrived safe and sound. We’re having quite a bit of snow tonight; there was none this morning and now everything is covered. I’m on will-notify tomorrow, which means that I might have most of the day off.
My brother, Steve, gets in at 10:40 tonight. I’m starting to wonder if I’ll be able to pick him up at the airport. I should have told him to bring a good book, because we’ll be hanging out at the studio a lot tomorrow. Still haven’t worked yet today. I have, however, written another chapter in my novel.
We weren’t called in until eleven o’clock today. It’s now 6:30 and we’ve done nothing. I think ÃƒÅ¾or did some work with Ziggy earlier, but the rest of us are twiddling our thumbs. On the plus side this gave me time to drop my laundry off at the cleaners. I normally do my own laundry but this past Sunday my washer developed a short that turned off all the electricity in my building. My landlady is in Bulgaria so I can’t get it fixed until she comes back. I need clean clothes.
Sarah had to run to a doctor’s appointment last night and asked if I could do Trixie while she was gone. Of course I said yes. The kids were all just supposed to run through the screen, so it should have been very easy. Naturally, that changed. Trixie was the first character into frame, and so Magnus added a line. “Hey, Mayor.” Then I had to run her directly at the camera, just missing it by passing on its left.
That went fine until–Hauk, who is filming behind the scenes footage, decided to plant himself with a camera right in my path. Because of the nature of the shot, I didn’t see him until I got there, and had to do a funny little dance to keep from tripping. Trixie looked spastic.
Magnus was going to buy the take, but I asked him if I could do it again. He almost let it pass, looked at it again and agreed with me that it needed to be redone. He said, “I know what the problem is, you need to–”
I actually interupted him and said, “The problem is that Hauk was on the floor. I tripped.” He laughed, “That is a problem,” and then proceeded to give me advice anyway. The next take was good. Whew.
I am a sad, sad camper. He’ll be back in Portland at two a.m., which means ten o’clock tomorrow morning for Reykjavik time. I might be sad, but he’ll be exhausted and sad.
We did get to go out for lunch today, and spent about three hours outside the building, which was great. We went to the Seafood Cellar. The food is very good, and beautifully presented, but if you click on the menu link on the website, you will see one of the ugliest food photos I’ve ever seen.
We were here till 11:00 last night. Did you know that in Iceland the vegetarian pizza at Dominoes has corn on it? More wacky hijinks to come, I’m sure.
Rob and I are going to try to get out of here so we can spend some time together before his flight today. Sadness.
Rob came in to work with me today and is spending most of the day in the Hudson room while I work on the music video for this episode. It’s a song for Stingy called “I am the Prince” and it’s a rip on a Britney Spears song. Very funny. So that means that I did a little bit of work with a rodded hand, and some with feet, but mostly I’ve been watching Jodi be funny.
|At 10:00 p.m. I crossed the finish line on my goal of 50,000 words in a month. I think I still have three or four chapters left to write, but the major bulk of my novel writing effort is past. Now I’ll have a lovely road of rewrites ahead of me.|
Oh hush. I don’t have to tell you everything.