Ten.Six Hundred & Sixty-One
I’ll let them sleep in a little bit. I too am still a little exhausted from yesterday’s sun.
I put on the denim dress and try to make sure that my eyes are evenly lined. I still don’t really know what I’m doing today other than I’ll be talking about Chardonnay and then having a quick interview.
I lift the lift off the grinder and the whole thing falls to pieces. Springs are on the floor, coffee grounds are scattered all over the counter. Sigh.
“It’s taking you so long because of those shoes.”
I giggle at the sheep. The sheep always make me giggle. The hills are browning. I think about how the slowly dying grass as not so much just a function of the sun, but of the combination of low cutting and grazing by all of the cows and sheeps. And I’m listening to Krista’s conversation with Wangari Maathai about the importance of ecological preservation. Sometimes, too many times, we humans are the worst.
Green screen. I feel my nerves pick up. They say I did a great job. I can’t wait to show the kids the final cut.
I tell her that this place just feels like a place where you can make your dreams come true. She looks me square in the eyes and says that it is. It really is. If you’re determined and you want it, you really can do anything.
Back to Brentwood. I put on a thinner dress and sit out in the sun. I get an email that says my LLC is filed in California. Then she tells me that I would be charging too little. I need business cards by next weekend. I’m still working on that shift from a creative person who sometimes sells things to a creative business owner.
I watch a Youtube video to learn how to start the charcoal grill and feel quite accomplished.
Expansion. But I forgot to call my dad.