KBTV

KBTV::Rain. Again.

My Blackberry is singing Für Elise again, reminding me that it is 5:30 a.m. Again. It’s another three episode, back-to-back shooting day today. Again.

I shuffle out of bed and switch from Beethoven on the Blackberry to Maroon 5 on the iPod Hi-Fi in my bathroom. I grope around and finally find the high-tech gadgetry that used to be called a shower knob. I turn to face the sink and stare directly into a rapidly fogging mirror. Ooops. Yuck. I had forgotten to take off my makeup last night. Again.

Whaaaa????? Suddenly the white-bread soul poppers known as Maroon 5 suspiciously begin to sound like … Madonna? Harrumph. I guess my iPod was in “shuffle” mode, too. Kate, you are not alone.

I step out of the shower and still hear the shower. I reach back into the glass stall to find the elusive Kohler stainless steel lever positioned at three o’clock – which is the “off” spot. That I know. I look out the window. Oh, now I get it. It’s seething rain.

* * * * *

It’s noon. Barry and I are at my old house up in Hillsboro Beach. It’s pouring here too, of course. Barry is downstairs surveying the courtyard. I am standing on the porch on the second floor. The place is a complete pigsty. At some point, I think, I’ve got to actually move out of here.

“Over there.” It’s Barry. He’s outside, underneath the porch with his arm raised, pointing east. “I’ll stand under the awning. You’ll stand under an umbrella.”

A few minutes later Barry is traipsing across the courtyard with the Sony Pro camera draped in a lime-green fraying towel – the three little legs of the tripod peaking out from underneath. Five minutes after that, I am darting under a series of loosely-connected awnings clutching a four-paneled (red, white, blue, yellow) oversized umbrella.

We finally got it together, and about an hour later – we’re midway through the shoot – I hear an earsplitting … deafening, in fact … snap-crack. I shriek and very comfortably morph into “high drama mode.”

“Baaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrryyyyyy!!!!!!! What was that?????”

Barry shrugs.

Oooooohhh, I hate that! I wish he’d say something. “Was it lighting????”

His eyes narrow into a mildly amused squint. He shrugs again.

“If I get electrocuted right now – standing here precisely in the middle of this stupid courtyard shooting this crazy videoblog – and I die a charred, horrible death, what will you tell them to write on my tombstone?”

Barry finally breaks into a wide grin. “She always wanted to go out on camera.”

To be continued…

posted by INSIDE FAU @ 7:40 AM