A TUESDAY

In many acting-related areas, the last couple of months has been a little slower. In other life areas, I've been extremely busy.

We planned a trip to Atlanta from April 19-27. The previous several weeks had been devoid of much commercial activity. However, as you should know by now, if I buy a plane ticket...

Thursday, before we were to depart on Monday, I got a last minute audition for Arby's @ ASG Casting. The callback came the very next day, and that night I was on avail. I had booked out well in advance for our travels, but I always stress that I will make adjustments for a job. This, however, was still just an avail. When the assistant asked what I was going to do, I just told her I wasn't going to change anything, but would be prepared to fly back as soon as I was booked. Wardrobe was scheduled for Wednesday. So, we flew out at 7am Monday morning not knowing if I'd have to board a plane and come right back Monday night. I spent the first two days there riding around with a "go-pack" in the car in case I had to go to the airport. Late Tuesday evening, I was released.

Tuesday

The purpose of the trip was to attack my parents' storage rooms and get them sorted, thinned out, and moved to a cheaper place. On the first day of this odyssey, Tuesday, the world went berserk. First, it rained even though it wasn't in the forecast. My mom's car wouldn't start and neither would that of a guy I hired to help me out. Fortunately, he got his going in time to help a lot with the moving along with another kind fellow. I got them both by putting the word out through JaCKPie. I'd rather pay someone in the JaCKPie family than pick people off the corner. What actor/production-type couldn't use a little extra cash? Anyway, we got it going.

Then, my wife calls. Her grandmother was put in the hospital. Then, she calls back. Her parents' neighborhood is on lock-down because some crackpot shot his family up and may be loose in the woods. So, they can't get to the hospital to visit...and they've been terrified by the police warnings.

THEN, I get a text that MY granny is in the hospital. Meanwhile, I'm also waiting to find out if I'm going to fly back to LA. We finally got all the moving done and took the truck back to the rental place. I hop out, borrow a broom from inside. The guy comes out and reads the mileage. Me and one of my friends are sweeping out the truck when something doesn't seem right. "Is the truck moving," I ask. Then, I jump out the back, run around to jump in the cab and stop the truck before it rolls into a busy highway.

Oh, and it was my brother's birthday dinner that night. Yeah, I had a beer or two.

By the time I headed back to the house, the lockdown was lifted. Turns out the guy had shot himself in the bathroom of his house and had been inside the whole time the cops were running around in the woods. There's some crack police work huh? Might want to search the house before you turn your back on the place.

And that, my friends, was a Tuesday.

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