I am on a brief hiatus from my glassybaby 'workstead.' I mention this in thanks that I work where possibility and opportunity are embraced. The world of film is my former incarnation. My muscle memory comes back easily (15+ years as a Set Decorator.) Recently I was offered the chance to dip back in to film . I am currently buying set props for a Swedish film entitled "Mammoth". I will freight American medical equipment (think beds, sinks, surgery lights) to none other than Stockholm. Part of the film takes place in a children's hospital in New York; however the movie is being made in Sweden. When the film is released I'll mention it in the blog. It promises to be great... the script is wonderful, layered and thought provoking. (My Scandinavian mom is tickled by my association with the film.) This is just a blog moment of gratitude to glassybaby for the chance to sojourn away.
In my physical absence I bring another wonderful blog tale...we received a blog comment. Rather than posting it to the comments category, I want to bring it forward in honor of Issac Newton and the strength of glassybaby. This is what the missive conveyed:
"Just a quick note to recap a funny story about my 1st glassybaby, a chubby little one in Cabo. I recently had it on my bedside table in front of an open window. I pushed the drawer of the bedside table closed with my leg, and at the same time pushed against a book that was sitting on top of the table. Leg pushed book. Book pushed glassybaby. I looked up just in time to see my little Cabo disappearing past the window sill on its way to the flower bed two floors below. I raced outside and found my glassybaby laying in the dirt tipped against a rock, without a scratch on it. Pretty and durable! Who knew?!"
Great survival story...Thanks so much Kerin. I will be back post silver screen hiatus.
Until Next Time, Nicola