Sunday, August 29, 2010

Settling In

Been a long tough week of shooting but we got it done without too much turmoil and I've recaptured lost hours of sleep by spending most of this weekend in the sack.  The horrific triple digit days of heat have ebbed and it's bearable.  Pooch and I took an early a.m. stroll in a park near the stages. She sniffed, ran, twirled and rolled with excitement.  Ramona likes her daycare but nothing replaces being off leash with me.  I keep finding interesting Texas things and snap pics.  The weekend I headed downtown and by chance realized I was looking directly at the Book Depository Bldg and at THE window caused an emotional release I had not expected.  I burst out sobbing. I then saw that I would be proceeding across the very point JFK was killed. It's a one way and I couldn't turn around.  To say it was surreal is an obvious understatement.  Shook me to my core.
It's as if time has stood still when you see this.
I'm still not used to the two time difference but only as it relates to Sunday football games.
It's 4pm and there hasn't been one yet today.  Cowboys got their asses whopped by the Houston Texans last night but where are the other games.  Odd. Very odd. Then again for the first time in forever I'll get to watch the Emmy broadcast live as opposed to on tape delay.
Here for your enjoyment a few looks at all things Texas.

These were the cows who thought my 4 runner was the early a.m. feed truck.
The creme colored one was pretty miffed when I had no hay or oats or anything of interest. Never realized cows could bellow in disgust. Here's sunrise on location. Notice the hay bale.
After the fact I learned the crew moved said bale and the car that was supposed to ONLY go into the ditch, went into the ditch, over the hedge and into the field instead. Sigh.

2 comments:

Because I Can Can said...

Ms C I had the same experience in Dallas
many years ago. Was there to bowl in the
US Open and was happily sightseeing when
I found myself at the JFK site. What a shocker
to say the least.

locationgoddess said...

Eerie and surreal are the adjectives I would use to describe it. Our parents had the bombing of Pearl Harbor. We had the assassination(s) and this generation has September 11. I've visited the site of all 3 tragedies and this one affected me more.