qotd, dog show edition
many things make a post

because my life is weird

A couple of months ago, I got an email from a Berkeley-based documentary filmmaker who is working on a project about post-partum depression. She wondered if I'd be available/interested to be involved. Sure, I said. I figured nothing would come of it, frankly, since that's what happens more often than not.

Time passed.

Several dozen emails and a visit to Oneonta later, she'll be in town following me around at the end of this week and beginning of next. So if you see me -- I'll be the one trailing an entourage and looking embarrassed -- say hi. Or, if you're camera shy, don't.

I'm not at all sure what to make of this. I feel I should go get a haircut or something. Instead, I plan to rearrange the yarn closet and grade papers.

It's hard to say when/where you can see the finished product. The director is planning on taking the festival route and will see what happens. I'll keep you posted.

Yes, my life generally is this odd. Remind me to tell you about Maddy and her rock.


That's cool. Remember to let us know what she calls it.

I've always thought you an excellent candidate for in-depth study.

That's wild! You do seem to make the most interesting connections. I feel like nothing interesting ever happens in South Jersey.

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