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daveinediting · 10 months

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It's definitely a new experience watching a production spin up online through conversations and photographs, the evidence of a production team working hard to tell a story on the fly... a process that's its own fascinating story.

It also helps me make predictions about my own day.

The morning was, as expected, an exercise in absorbing the script. Reading and making notes. Reading and making plans. Reading and setting up the project in Premiere Pro. Thinking about what's coming my way and how I'll want to engage with it. And so on.

The morning was also about semi-front row seats to the work of two other professionals: the composer and the graphic designer who both got a head start on the day leaving me about 6-8 hours behind. The graphic designer took their cue from the producer about opening titles that also suggested the design for close credits. The composer sketched out some ideas first thing upon getting the script.

One of the challenges of the day on the post production side, was that our composer had to tag out around 10 that night. She wouldn't be available all the way through Sunday when we polish polish polish... so there had to be finished music before the first cut was even on its feet.

And so it was.

For example, she had the music for the fight scene done well before I actually got around to cutting the fight scene. The music was done before I had an idea for the fight scene. Pretty much before I saw the footage for the fight scene.

And guess what?

It turned out brilliantly. As if she'd scored the music to what I cut instead what happened… which was that I cut the fight scene and then laid the music under it.

Speaking of editing, I finished my Saturday on the early side. Around 230 Sunday morning.

What can I say?

When your first time doing this takes you through 5AM Sunday morning...

Two-thirty in the morning seems pretty reasonable.

In other news and once again, the writing team pulled off a quirky script with heart. It seems to be their signature regardless of genre. There's a cleverness in their work, a natural tendency to find the humanity in any circumstance including the fantastic, the strange, and the absurd.

And yes. They also have no problem finding the laugh out loud funny when they want to.

Their signature seems always to be a certain empathy for the characters they create that I find heartening.

I'm told, by the way, they have a secret weapon: one amongst their ranks who seems to thrive in the ungodly hours of the morning.

The reason that came up?

They delivered this round's script, intended for an 830 Saturday morning shoot... at 430 the same morning. After which, between call time and when cameras rolled, the director and producer reconciled diverging ideas for the script's ending with a clever compromise. Something that both served the story as well as each of their objectives, literally (and wonderfully) having it both ways.

I told them there's brilliance in their disagreements.

Which there is.

The major editing challenge of the day was Scene 2 of the script that was one of those very complicated to shoot scenes. It also, therefore, happens to be one of those scenes that's a headache to edit. This time around, we're talking about two speakers and four audience members for which there's three takes of the wide shot encompassing the entire scene, a two-shot of the PTA president and fundraiser, singles of each, a single of one of the group members and a two shot of that group member (the spy, actually) and the person next to whom they're sitting, as well as a two-shot of another pair of group members sitting nearby. Every take of the scene is the complete scene. There's full dialogue in every take. There are reactions in every take. There are different performances between the takes.

Just contemplating all those takes made my brain hurt.

I was still working through all those takes when the producer and director came over after the shoot to drop off the afternoon's footage and talk through what they'd done... as some changes were made on the fly and weren't reflected in the script.

The best thing, though? The absolutely best thing once the director and I commiserated about Scene 2?

He told me Scene 3 was done as a single take. And then it turned out scene 4 was shot as a single. Scene 5 was a short single. And Scene 6 was a fight scene involving a mop and an umbrella for which there was plenty of footage but not egregiously so. It's one of those things where I could see what the director and photographer were going for and I leaned into it.

Hard.

I think in my career, I've done a piece on boxing with actual fighting in the ring. I cut a short film that involved a fight on a beach with a flaming sword. And then this one with the mop, the umbrella, and the guy who gets his feet completely knocked out from under him. I haven't yet been able to stop watching and re-watching that section of film. If I'd been able to resist that temptation, I easily would've been to bed by two in the morning instead of two-thirty.

Oh well.

Anyway, last night's rough cut features full color correction, sound design, and music. We're missing the graphics that are forthcoming today. And I've got the sound mix yet to do.

However.

We're set up today to do what we've always done while some teams are still shooting and some editors are just grappling with their first cuts. When the director and producer wake up, they'll look at my overnight cut and judge it on the spot. They'll track any obvious misstep on my part that needs fixing. They'll think about what's already great and figure out if there's even more great to wring from the footage. Or more funny. Or more intensity or empathy. Then they'll come over later this morning and we'll polish the first cut to within an inch of its life. We'll regard different options available to us, try a few of them out, and when we're done...

You better believe it. We'll be done.

A fully no regrets experience by the time we deliver our work.

And yes. Now that you ask...

There's nothing like it.

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thedaveandkimmershow · 9 months

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Dang...

So July.

A definite crescendo of a month. Especially for one that starts off with explosions.

One month after moving back to the house after four years living on the Hill, it turns out the correct answer was...

Moving back to the house.

What can I say?

The reasons that made the choice such a difficult one not even two months ago... weren't so tough to navigate after all. Especially the commute side of the equation. It actually does work better than we would've guessed. Plus... the house is super chill, very quiet. Which makes sense since I-5 doesn't run right in front of it. Plus, though the remodeling of the house wasn't actually intended for us, it sure makes the house more optimized for what we do and want.

So yeah. A great call.

July fifth was our dating anniversary, the date of our establishing being July 5, 1990. Kind of a while ago. We lazed the morning. Went to see Indiana Jones & the Dial of Destiny at the Crest Theater, hit the Ballard GoodWill for some random browsing, derailed a trip to Trader Joe's by going to PCC across the street instead for orange creamsicles we subsequently enjoyed on the roof. Had a picnic on the shores of Smith Cove in front of Expedia. Did a walkabout of the Seattle Center for old time's sake. Finished off at Tapster on South Lake Union all—

On a sunny summer's day.

It was a fantastic dating anniversary.

Moving through the month, the next big event was this year's 48 Hour Film Project competition with the Combat Wombats, the production team that was kind enough to invite me to be a Wombat a coupla years ago for their short film, "Cleaners". This year's effort, "PTAgent" was, yes, hard work and a delight for all of us. It also feels like we're getting better at this having begun the journey at a high level to begin with.

By the way, the 48 Hour weekend was also proof of something Kimmer created: my edit suite. This was basically the shakedown cruise for using the room as intended, including the space for clients.

Initially I was thinking the overstuffed couch should be replaced with something a more sleek. That is... until Saturday night and Sunday during the day when the weary director and producer of "PTAgent" put its overstuffed comfort to good use.

The end of the 48 Hour extravaganza always features a dinner out with Kimmer. It's a tradition we didn't know was gonna be a tradition... but a tradition we started with my first 48 Hour Film Project editing "Cleaners", an experience that kept me up that particular Saturday night until 5AM Sunday morning and then up again by 9... four hours later. I think I finished with the edit around 4 that afternoon? At which point Kimmer offers dinner at Maggie Bluffs, our first such celebratory dinner with this year's, our fourth, at Las Brisas in Edmonds. ☺️☺️☺️

The reward for our 48 Hour experience, of course, was the opportunity to watch our work on the big screen at the Uptown Cinema in lower Queen Ann where, once upon a time as a youngster, I watched Young Sherlock Holmes.

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Moving on, the second half of the month was definitely the most incredibly packed half.

So the 48 Hour Film Project competition began the evening of Friday, July 14 ending on the evening of July 16. Four days later, Thursday the 20th, Kimmer 'n I drive up to the neighborhood behind the Grand Avenue Park Bridge, park our car, and walk down to the Everett Marina where Linzy's performing with the band The Little Lies.

Two days after that, Saturday, middle of the day, we join the band again at their Bite of Seattle performance that's taking place on one of the busiest weekends in Seattle history including but not limited to a Mariners game, the Capitol Hill Block Party, various cruise ship departures, and a Taylor Swift at Lumen Field mega concert. All of which conspired to bring everyone into the heart of Seattle.

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Every place in the city was packed, is all I'm saying.

Same deal the next day, Sunday the 23rd, when we return to the Bite to see another band of which Linzy's a member: Midnight High (more on that band in a moment).

The Midnight High performance was around 1 in the afternoon after which we went back to the house as Linzy went on to that evening's Taylor Swift concert which, according to everyone, was a VERY big deal. Certainly for Linzy who basically grew up as a musician with Taylor's career. 🤩🤩🤩

Now, while all these shows were happening, as the world premiere of the film I cut approached, Kimmer was also up to her eyeballs... having officially applied to a doctorate program at her alma mater. And, by the time the screening happened, she was officially accepted.

HUZZAH!!!!!! 😁😁😁

And the doctorate program?

Doctor of Science in Integrative Health from the American College of Healthcare Sciences.

So there it is.

We all three were having a very busy week.

A coupla evenings later, Tuesday the 25th, I'm prefunctioning at the home of the Combat Wombats' director as most of the team gathers for pizza oven cooked pizza and drinks and talking shop and talking life… before heading to the Uptown Cinema for the world premiere of "PTAgent" on the big screen. By the time I get home, it's already a half hour into Sunday the 26th, the morning on which we're leaving for southern California to visit family and check in on Kimmer's aunt. At this point, we've gotta be out the door in six hours but manage to eat one of those hours watching an episode of Madame Secretary, a series that's turned out to be a big deal for us this summer after we blitzed through the eight episode season one of The Diplomat four times in a row.

Yeah. We desperately needed another show to watch.

So credits roll on Madam Secretary and now it's a little after 130AM. The way things work out, we'll be up three and a half hours later at 5AM, ready and on the road to the airport by 640AM, in the air by 8, and so on.

Which pretty much explains how tired we were the rest of the day.

Our California family's family, though, which means they give us a huuuuge shot of energy for four solid days of taking our home life on the road, an essential part of which is about seeing Kimmer's aunt who lives in a memory care community.

By the time we're home again, we're into the first minutes of Sunday the 30th, a day that we figured will be a normal-ish, chores-ish day that suddenly turns into the world premiere of Linzy's music on the radio.

One of the bands in which she performs harmonies and keys, you see, is called Midnight High, their latest gig being that one at the Bite of Seattle. And Sunday evening, our day back from California, they're on the Locals Only show on KNDD-FM 107.7 The End. They're promoting their new album, "Swimming Lessons", showcasing a few songs from that album and sharing some of their favorite music including "I Don't Wanna Know" from Linzy's debut Dream Patrol project EP titled "Made For TV".

Dang.

That made for a very "That Thing You Do" moment for us at home and for Linzy over at her place.

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And yup.

After a crazy busy July, that's seven months down.

Five to go.

🤔🤔🤔

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one-time-i-dreamt · 8 months

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I don't remember anything else except I called myself a Combat Wombat.

#dream #combat #wombat

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direwombat · 3 months

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still trying to piece together the late-roman empire jakesyb au and fl;asdfj it really is just putting my own personal hc for jacob's bisexuality on blast wherein, in this au, he is mostly interested in men (ie, his fellow soldiers/his boytoy staci) but then there's also something inexplicably alluring to him about syb's strong, lithe, barbarian warrior's body

#he sees a woman not easily conquered and. in true roman fashion. says 'i need to conquer her.'#like. at this point i think jakey's driving motivation in this fic #is joseph being like 'hey. you GOTTA produce a son. idc that you're fucking your military buddies but our family NEEDS an heir'#anyway this au is so fun because i get to explore various realms of influence in the late roman empire #militarily with jacob and syb. the political with john. and the religious with joseph and faith #which is all fairly new to me #when i was in school my area of study was more on the republic than the late empire #but considering *gestures at the canonical fc5 cult* having this au set during the collapse of the western empire just makes sense #but. now i'm gonna go jump back to the canon-verse because i gotta boot up the game to scout out the whitetail ranger station #so i can accurately write syb's combat there #whining wombat

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phoenix-flamed · 10 months

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so I have to come clean about something very silly.

I fucking love training/sparring RPs, but I haven't actually done any fight-based RPs since all the way back when I used to RP on Myspace.

Me, looking at these threads and Asks involving sparring: I took a calculated risk, but man am I terrible at math

#Out of the Flames #I'VE BEEN RELUCTANT TO ADMIT MY FOLLY #I'M STILL GONNA REPLY TO ALL OF THEM BECAUSE FUCKYEAH and also because Elwin is supposed to be this great swordsman #Elwin is great in combat! I on the other hand have all of the visualization skills of a wombat

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xenon-noble · 1 year

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A collection of shipping images and stupid shitposts. Happy valentine's day, I guess

#I don't even celebrate valentine's day #obviously. I'm alone. I'm on tumblr #bionicle #lego #bionicle moc #MOCs by Xen #Tobduk MOC by Wombat Combat Pictures

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moviereviews101web · 3 days

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Combat Wombat (2020) Movie Review

Combat Wombat – Movie Review Director: Ricard Cusso Writer: Matthew James Kinmonth (Screenplay) Cast Deborah Mailman (Offspring) Ed Oxenbould (The Visit) Frank Woodley Judith Lucy George Pullar Plot: Maggie Diggins, a wombat turned Wonder Woman, unintentionally becomes the city’s superhero after she begrudgingly saves a rookie superhero sugar glider from certain doom. Runtime: 1 Hour 30…

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#2020 #Combat Wombat #Comedy

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keepitdreamin · 6 months

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we had a girls night filler episode last night and went to a cherry blossom festival and i drew my two fancy girly outfits during our Shenanigans

#i got a combat wombat from the pet cafe his name is blossom 🌸#i did draw the outfit change after the game #because i had started and Then I got an alligator mask #and it was IMPOSSIBLE to draw from the angle i was doing #my art #mypersonalthings #mist dnd

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application-android-playvod · 1 year

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Combat Wombat : l’animation au rendez-vous sur l’appli Android PlayVOD

Vous êtes fan du genre animation ou recherchez simplement de quoi occuper le temps libre de votre tout-petit ? Sachez donc que d’intéressants titres, à l’instar de « Combat Wombat », sont disponibles sur l’application Android PlayVOD.

#Combat Wombat #dessin anime #application android playvod

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pankenlewd · 2 months

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"wombat" would be such a good word for womb-based combat but it's already taken by this unpersonable little man

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daveinediting · 9 months

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August 2 Wednesday poc

It's a week later that definitely feels like more than a week later. Last week, though, Tuesday night, was the debut of films from this year's 48 Hour Film Project among which was the world premiere of "PTAgent" from Combat Wombats Productions.

That's the team I'm on.

These showings on the big screen with a live audience are rare in my career so they're always enlightening.

Enlightening?

Yeah. Sitting with an audience watching the film you cut... you feel the reactions in real-time. Sometimes you hear a spoken word or two nearby. There's no longer need for informed choices or best guesses. This experience is the answer to the question How's this gonna play?

Our very own test screening, if you will. And yes.

It's enlightening.

The Combat Wombats also have a tradition of gathering at the director's home before the screening to hang out for drinks... and dine on pizza baked in an actual pizza oven. It's a social event for a team that, when last they saw each other, were flying by the seat of their pants to shoot a seven minute short film in one day. (That's a self imposed deadline, of course. You can take however long you like. The CW template, however, is script Friday night, shooting and first assembly Saturday, editing and polishing Sunday. It's a schedule that works super well for us and the films we create.)

The gathering at the director's home is a fantastic way to decompress and debrief and just be, by the way. It's also an opportunity to—

Okay.

Here's the deal:

I'm an editor. By design, I only work with the producer and the director on any given project. Mostly the producer. For this production, I also coordinated with the composer and art director by phone and text Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. In general, though, if the production team was a house, I'd be the mother-in-law apartment out back.

Typically (although I'm trying to change this) there's no opportunity to speak with the production crew after the fact. I don't usually debrief with the sound person or the director of photography, for example.

These Combat Wombats gatherings solve that shortcoming in a big way.

Definitely I get to talk shop with the art director and the composer. We compare notes on the experience and later talk about the finished film (as they only see it for the first time when the rest of the world does). Of course as it's also a social gathering, we can talk more broadly about our careers, if we choose.

In addition to the post production crew, I have the opportunity of speaking with members of the production team like costume and make-up, production assistants, sound and, of course, actors. I have the unique experience of telling the actors how their on-set efforts worked, added, and fit within the editing and polishing process of the film. As well, I get to hear stories from the set, learn more about how these actors do what they do, and I get to ask questions. It's a huuuugely instructive and wonderfully entertaining discussion for me.

Now, I mentioned the sound person in passing earlier. That's just me getting distracted. What I meant to point out was how easy it is to overlook the contribution of the sound crew. After all, when they get that job right, well... everything sounds great. And when you're used to, as I am, everything sounding great on a fairly consistent basis, that "great" becomes "normal", more or less. It's only when I think about the specific challenges with which the sound department must deal on a given project, how many wireless mics are on set, how good the live mix of those mics are, and the fact that iso files of each of those mics exist, well... that's a sincerely well done job. And I got the chance to say that out loud to the person who did me a solid.

So I did. 😊

As I said before, in general, if the production team was a house, I'd be the mother-in-law apartment out back. I really do work separately and isolated most of the time from the rest of the production team.

But.

There's yes... a lot to be said, a lot to be gained, from getting out every so often, sharing our stories back 'n forth, giving each other feedback, and most of all: taking in a little of the other person's perspective. Soaking in a little of their discipline: how they engage with the film and the story we're all trying to tell...

From their part in the telling.

😊

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thedaveandkimmershow · 9 months

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There's no question I've lost track of time.

Why?

Because it feels like more time has passed since The Little Lies Music at the Marina show in Everett, Thursday July 20.

Like, waaaaaay more time.

It wasn't only a show, of course. We spent time hanging out with Linzy before and after. We spent time hanging out with friends during and after.

We worked, of course, that Thursday as well as the following day, Friday. Then Saturday was The Little Lies at the Bite of Seattle and Sunday was Midnight High at the Bite of Seattle, both days involving a fair bit of travel logistics and walking.

They were all shows and social events during which we got to hang out with fellow fans with whom we normally don't get to spend time. So there was a lot more experience in these experiences.

Then Monday we're back at work. Then Tuesday we're working from home. Then Tuesday evening and night Kimmer's packing our bags and coordinating with our cat-sitter while I'm at the premiere of a short film I cut for a team that competed in the 48 Hour Film Project a coupla weekends before.

By the time I'm home, it's pretty close to 12:30AM, Wednesday the 26th. By the time we're ready to sleep, we're edging passed 1:30AM 'cause we just shoehorned an episode of Madam Secretary in there. 😊

Later the same morning, my alarm goes off at 4:50AM 'cause a more serious alarm'll go off at 5AM and just the threat of that alarm wakes me up to make sure it never happens. The early alarm's because we've gotta be outta the house between 615 and 630, I've got a little tech packing to do, coffee and tea to make, Kimmer to wake up, then Kimmer to actually wake up, then showers all around, getting dressed, gathering up our travel gear, checking the house is good to go (everything locked, appliances off), summoning a ride share, exiting the house, locking the door, watering some plants with the garden hose (believe it or not—that was Kimmer), until our ride arrives.

640AM, by the way, is the moment we're officially on our way. Fifteen minutes later we're at the airport. Four hours later we're in Orange County.

Interestingly, the experience feels more like commuting rather than straight up air travel. The difference I think is that I associate SeaTac with big trips, huge adventures. Even just getting to SeaTac and being at SeaTac is its own adventure. Not so with Paine Field which is more, well, as I said...

A commute. 🤔

And then even from SNA we're only fifteen minutes from family. So being at home during a sunny-ish week then being in Irvine during a very sunny week is a fairly seamless experience. In a way, it's like we're putting less travel and effort into getting from here to there and, because of that, there's a time or two when I have to remind myself that we're not in Kansas anymore.

And this.

Aside from the seamlessness of the traveling, our lifestyle isn't massively different in Irvine with family than it is at home with ourselves. For example, landing in Orange County, our first stop's picking up groceries at Trader Joe's, a very home thing to do. And then once we're settled in, Kimmer's doing her online mental health gig with clients for a few hours. Once she's done, it's dinner out with family (Happy Hour!) at Brü Grill & Market then hanging out with family again until lights out.

Thursday we're on our way, along with Kimmer's nephew, to visit her aunt Jacquie in the courtyard of Jacquie's memory care community while Kimmer's cousin works on Jacquie's home. Afterward, a stop at the local internet service provider for a hardware swap on top of a galling forty-five minutes wait. After that... some work at Jacquie's house continuing our efforts to thin it out. And then, finally, we head off to that fantastic restaurant at the Soboba Casino Resort for tacos and beer (and one Coka Cola 😉).

After leaving the restaurant, one or more of us (excluding the driver) immediately falls asleep for the 90 minute drive back to Irvine after having spent most of the day in temperatures averaging 103 degrees. The high being 105. The low being 100. 🤯

Once home, we flatline for an hour or so before deciding dinner at the Wood Ranch Restaurant at the Irvine Spectrum Center is our best play.

Because meat, you know?

Lots 'n lots 'n lots 'n lots...

Of meat.

Holy Mother of God all that meat. 🥹

It's all superbly delicious whether as a brisket, bbq chicken, tri-tip steak or literally anything else on the menu.

Interestingly, later on, due to a promise Kimmer makes to her nephew, we hit Target (at the other end of the mall) for a box of brownie mix that I subsequently turn into actual brownies we get to eat before bed.

Okay.

So then Friday's a work day for Kimmer. Back online for client appointments and then after hours of that...

Charting.

Always with the charting.

Six-thirty in the evening, Kimmer's cousin gracefully offers us the use of his Miata. You break it, you buy it I think were his exact words. So we refamiliarize ourselves with driving a stick by driving around the nearby neighborhoods then, after that, driving the parking lots surrounding eight warehouses about a mile away after which we head off in random directions until we see a sign that reads Laguna so we turn toward the coast as the sun's on its way down. 😎

Now, the way our improvised route works out is that we eventually hit the Pacific Coast Highway by Dana Point. From there we headed north along the highway into the town of Laguna Beach where we slip off the PCH, heading inland along Laguna Canyon Road during full-blown nighttime. Once we're back, we indulge a coupla episodes of Madame Secretary on the couch... followed by a rare early-to-bed of ten-thirty.

We go right to sleep.

It's hard to imagine, by the way, but this was our third day in Orange County because our first two days felt like four. In the best way possible but still.

It's like we just experienced four days. At least.

Also, the bit of work Kimmer was doing, charting especially, felt like part of our home routine. Making our visit a light variation of home life... only with hotter temps, more sun, the desert, and the Pacific Ocean. 🌞

And then finally...

Today. Our last day... although it feels like any other day. Beginning with charting in the morning followed by jumping into the Miata around 130 to hit up the local GoodWill and the super glitzy GoodWill next door to that followed by Sprouts across the street all of which, as I pointed out before, are variations on our home routine.

Except the Miata, of course. 😕

Now, remember how I told you I made brownies Thursday night? Well, Kimmer's nephew was taking off for the weekend Friday morning and forgot to take the leftover brownies Kimmer set aside for him in the freezer.

So we ate them ourselves. 🤨

Kimmer got to thinking this morning, though, that we ought to make a new batch to leave behind for him which is how we ended up at Sprouts after which we drove over to Woodbury Town Center where we scored ice cream sandwiches we enjoyed out on the patio. Then we scored a coffee, an iced chai tea latte, and a cup of ice cubes from Starbucks across the parking lot and then set ourselves up in an impromptu outdoors office for the next hour-and-a-half.

It really was a lovely experience even if Kimmer was using that time to chart.

When we were done at Woodbury, we headed back, put the Miata back in its home garage and immediately indulged cold showers because we each finished the afternoon a bit hot and sticky. And not in a good way. 😉

Kimmer's already done most of the packing earlier in the day so there's not much to do but hang out in the living room for a bit of writing, charting, and indulging the smoothies Kimmer whipped up for us.

7PM we're out the door with our travel gear.

730 we're checking in at John Wayne and TSAing.

745 we're at Vino Volo continuing a tradition that's no two times old. ☺️

815 we just grabbed seats at the gate when our name's called and we think we're in trouble.

817 we're informed we've been upgraded to First Class.

Dang that was a most excellent plot twist. 🤯

And by 9 we're off the ground, winging our way home, experiencing the surprise of all the goodies that come with having seats in First Class. It shouldn't be a surprise... but it is. It really really is.

😁😁😁

Right now, it's six after eleven and we're descending through the Pacific Northwest night sky to Paine Field. We're sitting in seats 1C and 1D, literally the front of the class.

We'll be out the door soon. Grab our checked bag on the way to the transit center to catch our ride. Probably home again around quarter to midnight.

And when we get home?

We'll put some of our stuff away. One of us will feed the cat. And then we'll catch an episode of Madame Secretary.

Maybe two.

😉

So yeah. Along the way... I lost track of time. I lost track of time as all these events from Music at the Marina through our commute home from Orange County spread out over 9 days and blurred together. 😳

Ultimately, my future brain won't accept the fact that these events went back to back to back as we experienced them. My future brain will probably place these events in their own weeks, perhaps even separated by at least a week. Maybe it'll even "remember" these four days as straddling the end of July, beginning of August, with Linzy's gigs closer to the beginning of July. After all, these experiences couldn't possibly have fit into a touch over one week, could they???

Well... they just did.

☺️

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