Yesterday the weather was bright and clear, today it’s back to its normal fall overcast. The overcast here is different from Portland, though we have the same silvery light, the clouds change constantly in the sky. Usually, there is a patch of blue somewhere.
I went walking through downtown today, to pick up my new coat, and ran into two people I know. It seems as if I always bump into someone I know while I’m out and about. I enjoy having that moment of contact.
Last night a group of us went down to Postbarrin Ehf to see Sam Paden’s art show. The lights were too dim, so no one could actually see the paintings which frustrated the folks who hadn’t seen any before. I’m still quite tempted by them and I’m going to try to save my per diem next week so I can buy one.
Pat and Glenn headed for home at 6:00 this morning. By great coincidence, we had a screening at the studio last night of two new episodes. I actually worked in one of them, which was kind of exciting. Afterwards, we went out to Enrico’s in downtown Reykjavik for dinner. I had such a good time visiting with them, but it was much too short.
Last night I went out with Glenn and Pat to 101 Reykjavik for dinner. It was the first time that we really got to spend any time together since they got here. They’ve come for lunch, but I only get a half hour off so that’s not a lot of time for visiting. They’re off to the Blue Lagoon today, and we’ll get together tonight.
Do I really need to say anymore? I spent this morning carrying a turkey for Bessie as live hands. I also worked for ÃƒÅ¾or as Ziggy’s live hands. He was pleased with my work, which was nice.
I also got a nice compliment from a third party. Inger pulled me aside and said, “You want to hear something nice?”
I said, “I always like hearing nice things.”
Inger said, “We were in the screening room, watching a scene with Bessie on the lounge chair and Magnus stopped the tape and pointed at the screen. ‘Do you see that? Do you see how alive Bessie looks with her feet movie? Do you know who’s doing that? That’s Mary. She’s really good.'”
I think that I’ve mentioned that we’re shooting the Christmas episode. Besides doing some live hand shots, I also worked the Christmas tree for about an hour. No. It wasn’t dancing; it was being carried by two characters, one of which was a puppet, which meant that someone else had to do the actual lifting. Me.
Magnus kept saying, let’s get a strong guy in here instead of making this woman carry this heavy tree. I kept saying that I was fine and that it wasn’t that heavy. It got to be a running joke with the crew. All the guys were coming up and saying, “Do you want me to carry that for you? Maybe three or four of us could manage it.” Very funny. By the end of the hour, I was ready to admit that it was heavy.
Whew. I can’t believe it’s only five o’clock. I’ve been live hands for Stingy, Bessie, and Trixie in back-to-back shots. I’ve fanned, shaken presents, wrapped presents and put a turkey on the table. And Dad played fiddle with Magnus’s assistant for the whole company. The saw too. I was so proud.
They’ve gone home now. Sigh. Mrs. Kowal is still feeling under the weather but promises that we’ll have dinner tomorrow. It was good to see them, even if we didn’t get to visit much today.
After yoga this morning, we had a kind of fun shot. Ziggy and Trixie were making snow angels, which involved a giant table of snow and six puppeteers. It felt a lot like making forts with sheets and furniture. We had matresses and cushions underneath and it was all dark and cozy.
Mr. and Mrs. Kowal are on their way to the set now. It would have been fun for them to see this, but this way I’ll–hopefully–be able to show them around the studio.
My day at the studio started as long and uninteresting. There are days when my job consists entirely of getting pillows and making sure that arm rods don’t swing out of control, but no actual manipulation. This afternoon I actually got to do some real work during the snow angel scene. More about that tomorrow.
Meanwhile, I should let you all know that Mr. and Mrs. Kowal arrived yesterday. I haven’t seen them yet, but my mom and dad went to lunch with them today and hung out in town while I worked. Where’s the justice in that?
Mom, Dad and I drove out to Skaftafell National Park–about three and half hours out of Reykjavik–to see a glacier. On the way we stopped at Seljalandfoss and got drenched by the mist when we tried to walk behind the waterfall.
The landscape on the way there is absolutely stunning. This was out the left side of the car; the ocean was out the right side. The tiny white dots are sheep, and I fully expect a hobbit to appear at any moment.
The road to the glacier was a wild and varied landscape. We passed through a dessert of black sand, which blended into a terrain of moss that looks as if it were constructed of green plush throw pillows. Finally we arrived at Skaftafell to see the glacier.
Now, it is really hard to convey the scale of this so look carefully at the left side of the picture. Do you see Mom and me? We aren’t even a third of the way to the glacier.
Dad took a picture of me…
…taking this photo.
And here we are, walking on the glacier. The foreground is dark because the glacial silt is exposed and is all ground-up lava.
We headed up to ÃƒÅ¾ingvellir (pronounced Thing’vettlir, which means Valley of the Parliament) and stopped just after we passed into the rift between the North American and European tectonic plates. All of the pictures here were taken by my dad.
After we stopped flirting with the moss, we went on to the waterfall at Ãƒâ€“xarÃƒÂ¡ which I’d gone to on my horseback-riding trip. It’s hard to get a sense of how big this waterfall is. It might help to think about it pouring over the edge of North America.
From there we went to the traditional site of the AlÃƒÅ¾ing (Allthing). The wind and rain was fairly intense, so we did not stay long. This church was built in 1859.
Then things got a little crazy. We drove from the AlÃƒÅ¾hing to Geysir, the mother of all geysirs, or at least the one that all the others are named after. The road there started out fine, but being Iceland, we quickly hit an extended stretch without pavement. Like so–
At least the view was nice.
And we got to see some ‘wildlife’
It was almost dark when we finally got to Geysir. Geysir itself no longer erupts, but Strokkur, the geysir next to it, goes off every three to five minutes and is the size of Old Faithful. This is not fog around Mom and me; it’s steam.
That was plenty of activity for the day and we headed by to Reykjavik.
Last night a group of Americans all gathered to watch the presidential debate. Icelandic television broadcast it live, without commentary at 1:00 am. So, Mom, Dad & I didn’t get home till about 3 am. We’re all very tired this morning but glad we stayed up.
I took Mom and Dad around the studio today and let them watch some stuff. There wasn’t much happening on set, because we’re just doing snow. Theoretically, we’ll do some actual performance, but I don’t know when. Meanwhile, I’ve sent Mom and Dad to the Blue Lagoon.
I seem to spend a lot of time throwing things when I’m on set. This morning I had to throw a lollipop straight up. It kept going a little to the side. Try it. Put your hand over your head, and then try to throw something straight up. Now, do it without looking.
Last night our last shot was me catching the lollipop. That I could do everytime, and I couldn’t see it when I was catching. Because of placement, I could see the throw, the when the acutal catch happened it was in a space masked by the puppet. I can’t watch a monitor for things like this because there’s a three-frame delay, which means that everything that I do is a delayed reaction. Have to “look live”.
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