A piece of the puzzle may have just clinked into place. Yesterday I found out about an idyllic fruit farm in B.C. that’s run by an older couple that bring in seasonal help for the fruit harvest. I could harvest cherries for two to four weeks. A working vacation! In a lush valley of trees, mountains and lakes. There could be worse things.
Maybe I could even get into some trouble with the B.C. burners and make that beat poetry film I wanted to make with Shayne Avec I Grec. Not a bad month. That sounds like a contract to me, a contract of my own making. I don’t even know what month this is I’m looking at… looks like usually late July, early August – thanks Google.
Mind you that’s prime wedding video season, but who wants to shoot wedding videos all summer? Not I. Maybe a few.
But the virtual house tours seem like the way to go. I just want to wander around mansions in Westmount and get paid for it – I’ll admit it.
Oh, put up a screen in the living room. We’re ready for winter now.
Except maybe that beach party…
Gotta get on with Cirque du Boudoir for that one. Also feelin’ a real yearning for some circusy fun.
Back to the wonderful life. Bye bye Internetland.