Yesterday morning could have been a complete disaster, not just the partial disaster that it became. I was all set up, ready to film a scene in which I had waited for over an hour to unfold. With cold numb fingers, just as the action began, I clumsily shut off the record button. Next, a puff of wind knocked over my tripod and movie camera (fortunately not permanently damaged, but very disconcerting nonetheless). In the rule of bad things happen in threes, while unloading my gear, I accidentally locked myself out of our car.
Not the first time to have happened, my husband’s solution was to put a spare key under the car, in a magnetic box. I reached under the car and, through a winter’s worth of mud and crud, found the little box and was able to quickly get out of a jam. I’m so happy I married a Boy Scout! (in reality, he never was a scout, but you’d never know because he certainly adheres to the motto be prepared.) Thank you honey!
Good Morning Gloucester 