It turns out that he was home the whole time, but didn’t hear the phone or the buzzer because he was asleep with his ear plugs in. Sigh. The poor guy is having a hard time adjusting to this time zone, which is not helped by the limited daylight hours.
So, I had a nice lunch and wrote fourteen hundred words on my story. Rob had a good nap. Now we are both feeling better about life.
Rob is not in the apartment and he did not take the cellphone with him. He does, however, have the only set of keys. So, I’m locked out and have no idea how to find him. In revenge, I have taken myself to Hresso for a nice lunch and a coffee.
I’ll also work on my novel while I’m here. I hit the half-way point this weekend, and should be able to crank out a couple thousand words while I wait for my husband to resurface.
Well, I have no photos of Magnus’s party yet, so you can’t see Rob and me dolled up in our finery, but I can tell you that we had a good time. The theme of the party was James Bond, and everyone was either in tuxedos and evening dress or dressed as villians. It was a lot of fun.
I made Rob bring the dress I got for my birthday. Yes, people did take pictures, but my camera does not have a flash. Sorry.
Today we went to Sarah’s for brunch and then all went to Stokkseyri to the ghost museum (very cheesy) and to Fjorubordid for lobster. Sorry this website is in Icelandic, but the pictures are good.
The wind was very strong, and I could not hold the camera any steadier than this.
Yesterday we picked up Rob’s tuxedo for Magnus’s birthday party tonight. When he tried it on after we got home, it was the wrong size. So we spent a portion of today returning it and trying to get one that fit well. Fortunately the woman at the shop agreed with us that it did not look good and was baffled by what had happened.
After that we wandered through Reykjavik and looked at some of the Icelandic design clothes. Rob liked the work in my favorite store Spaks.
When we got up this morning, it had snowed overnight. We had walked through town yesterday and seen snow flurries, but none of it was sticking. Evidently the temperature dropped precipitously during the night. This photo was taken of the sunrise (about 10:30) out the greenroom window at the studio.
And here is Rob, settling into a routine at work admirably. That’s Sunday’s New York Times in his hands. That’s Jodi in the background.
Sarah, (who plays Trixie), has offered to cover for me tomorrow, since she’s not in this episode. Which means that I get to spend all day with Rob. I am beaming, nay, glowing with happiness at the prospect. Of course, he’s likely to sleep for the first part of the day, but–and this is embarrassingly personal–I’m so in love that I’m looking forward to watching him sleep. How sappy is that?
I’m going to stop this post before I embarass myself further.
20,331 words which is 41% of my goal. Whee. The last three nights I’ve gone to Hresso to write. Getting out of the apartment makes it easier to focus on writing instead of tending to household chores. On the other hand, that means that it takes longer to get my laundry finished. But my novel is speeding along.
I feel like I’ve been beaten. ÃƒÅ¾or and I just did a scene with Ziggy that went really poorly. It was hard because we had to cover a wide distance with live hands and handle many, many props. I kept getting caught showing my head or a sleeve, it was very frustrating and physically draining.
ÃƒÅ¾or was really great and understanding about the challenges that I was facing.
I spent the morning bouncing between live hands. I went out on set to work as Bessie’s hands, and got suited up, when they changed their minds (something to do with lighting) . So I pulled those off and put Ziggy’s hands on. But that was wrong too, I needed to be wearing the Mayor’s hands.
I think I’ve mentioned that, because my hands are small, I have to wear two pairs of gloves to work as the Mayor. We did that shot (him adjusting his cufflinks for the Secret Agent episode) and I immediately stripped out of the gloves, slammed my hands into Ziggy’s got suited up for the next shot and they realized that they needed to have me in Bessie’s after all. Out of Ziggy’s gloves, into Bessie’s. Do the shot. Out of Bessie’s gloves, back into Ziggy’s and–wait.
Still waiting…they are fixing a lighting issue so I take the gloves off, and like I had pushed a button the lighting is fixed and “Why isn’t Ziggy ready?” Ahh! Fortunately he’s one of the easy ones to get into.
My goodness. It’s almost impossible to talk about doing this work without sounding dirty.
This is where I escape when I want quiet while I write. It has a nice view of the lava fields and a secluded corner next to the fish tank. It’s very cozy and I can write without interuption till I’m called on set, or, as today, my computer battery dies.
It has a nice view of the lava fields and a secluded corner next to the fish tank.
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