all I lacked was an axe

OK so Will is not cooperating right now. Maybe he's FINALLY finishing that kitchen in Dover. Maybe Jane is making him get down and give her twenty push-ups. Maybe he's teaching the kids to learn how to make dovetail grooves so *they* can slap together a showroom quality wooden chair in twenty minutes, just like him.

Meanwhile, I've been out running through the woods in a blue wig and a wet suit and waders trying to get my character down for a special video thingy which I'm not at liberty to discuss on line. I've taken acting classes. Theatre was my minor, but that was a long time ago. And putting it to practice now is a challenge. But what's even more challenging is my costume which has made me feel like a lumberjack (without the axe and flannel) even though my character is probably the farthest thing from it.

Some of my action shots were filmed in Mont Tremblant because it's pretty and there's a lot of water and woods there. We looked for a place for me to jump as though I were jumping off of a cliff. We found a little stream running parallel to the big lake, one of the thousands of big lakes ok, and a bridge for me to jump off of. Maria has me raise my hands. She gives me great direction. I follow it to the T, make my move and land, and then, eeewwwww I smell toilet toilet everywhere and guess that I've just jumped into the septic system of Tremblant that's supposed to fool tourists into thinking streamly thoughts. I fall and put my hands into it and the muck sucks at my waders so it's a bit of a struggle to get myself out. I go running right to the big lake and jump in and wash myself off, all the while the blue wig is teetering off of my head.

My big acting experience, take two.