Sunday, August 19, 2018

Ever Heard Of An Airedoodle? Looks Like We Got One...

When we found the puppy online, they said it was a Standard Poodle. We have friends who own Poodles. We've seen pictures of Poodles. When we saw the little fella he was covered in black curly hair.

He looked like a Standard Poodle to us.

But then, he didn't. People who know a lot more about Poodles told us he looked like he had some Labrador in him. We have friends who had Labradoodles. We've seen pictures of Labradoodles.

We thought he looked like he might be a Labradoodle.

But then, he didn't. Since he was a rescue and we weren't going to breed him, it really didn't matter to us, but that nagging question remained. Just what kind of dog did we get?

A few weeks ago we took the puppy out for a walk. A passerby said he thought our dog has some Airedale Terrier in him. Then yesterday another passerby said the same thing. We did a little google search on Airedoodles (I didn't know there was such a thing...) and we think we have our answer. From all indications, it looks like we adopted an Airedoodle.

My friend's Standard Poodle has a longer, thinner nose, bigger eyes, and a distinct break between where the nose ends and the forehead begins. Our dog has a stubbier nose, smaller eyes, and almost no break between nose and forehead. Also, the end of our dog's nose is more brown than the rest of his body and he has whiskers on his chin. Plus, he's got long legs, and a narrow frame. Labradoodles have thicker shoulders. I just don't see how he can have any Labrador in him.

Of course, we could get a DNA test to prove once and for all what type of dog we have. But, since we're not going to breed him, I don't think we'll spring for the expensive test. Still, it's cool to have the first Airedoodle I've ever seen.

Saturday, August 18, 2018

Doing Shows...It's A Family Thing

When you're cast in a show at Centerpoint Legacy Theatre in Centerville, Utah, it pretty much consumes your life from the start of rehearsals until closing night. That's why when I'm rehearsing a show or doing a show, I tend to blog about it frequently and post a lot of comments and pictures online.

Since this particular theatre opened several years, I've been fortunate enough to be cast in several shows--mostly musicals, but I've also done a couple of straight plays. I've been in shows with children and those without. I used to do the shows with kids so my kids--namely my daughter--could do them with me.

Looks like that's no longer going to be the case.

My daughter's not a kid anymore.

We were both cast in the theatre's latest production of Pirates of Penzance. It's been an absolute blast to do. And my daughter and I aren't the only father-child duo in the cast. There's actually four couples, four fathers, three daughters and a son. Last week we posed for a few pictures. 

I know many of my writer friends wonder why I do so many plays. It kills a lot of time that could be spent writing. A good writer can crank out a 50k--80k in the same time it takes to learn and complete a show's three-month run. That means I could have ten or so novels in my name. Instead I have memories, photos, and several blog posts chronicling the times I've had with me, my friends, and more importantly, my daughter. 

She begins college next week. This may be the last show we do together for a while, maybe ever. That's a sobering thought. But she needs to go forward and begin memories of her own, perhaps with her own kids in the future. I love these pictures. Each couple does what they do for their own reasons. I'm glad I know why I do it. And I'm glad my daughter still wants to do a show with her old man.

Friday, August 17, 2018

New Razor Day...Haven't Needed A New One Since June 10th, 2013

I was chatting with a fellow actor Eric this evening as we waited for the show to begin. I told him that I had to break out a new razor today because the one I'd been using for years broke--it literally fell apart. I asked him how often he buys razors.

Eric said after he uses a razor four times, he has to toss it because it gets too dull.

Four times.

I told him I'd been using the same razor for years. He asked how long. I pulled out my computer, did a quick blog search (because I remember the last time I actually purchased razors, I blogged about it...). Turns out the last time I used a new razor--the same razor that disintegrated on me yesterday--was June 10th, 2013.

For those keeping track, that's 1893 days, or 270 weeks and three days.

During that same time, assuming he shaved every day, Eric would have used 473 and a quarter razors. 

Being bald, I knew I was saving money on haircuts. Turns out being unable to grow a beard or a mustache saves money, too, this time with razors. People who have to shave everyday say I'm lucky, and I suppose I am. Back in June of 2013 I bought two razors. One is destroyed and the new one was baptized this afternoon. And if past is prologue and the new one is as reliable as its twin, in 270 weeks (and three days...), I'll need to make a purchase. If only everything could last that long.

Thursday, August 16, 2018

It's Progress...I Guess

It's only been a few months since I had a commute longer than going to my basement. And even though it's only been weeks, I noticed big changes as I turned off Redwood Road at 1940 West and returned to my old work location for a meeting. The biggest change was any living plant that once lived on that corner is gone.

And so is the big old tree.

Whenever I took the train home, I walked by that tree and I marveled at its longevity. I even blogged about it back in 2016 (you can access that blog post: HERE). I'm not an aborist so I didn't know how old the tree was, but for it to have survived on a busy downtown corner for years, probably decades means something. I thought it was a beautiful tree.

I'm not one to put the life of a tree over progress. I understand it had to come down. Without knowing the facts, I'll bet if they even could keep the tree, the cost would be very high. Plus, it's likely they couldn't have saved it even if they wanted to. My guess is, once the project is done, they will possibly plant many trees around the apartment complex and in a few decades, they'll be as tall and as beautiful as the one that's no longer there.

Progress is wonderful, but it can hurt. Just as growing old comes with it the advantage of wisdom and experience, it also brings the downside of aging. Just like the tree (and the apartment building that resulted in its demise...), everything we now know will one day be gone, the tree, the buildings, the light rail tracks, the roads--all of it, gone, replaced or destroyed or taken over by nature.

It's progress.

In my 2016 blog post I predicted the tree would not survive if they put in a new building. I also predicted how I would feel if that were to happen. Telecommuting has advantages and disadvantages. I'm glad I won't have to drive by the corner where the tree once stood. I think it would make me sad.

Wednesday, August 15, 2018

It's FINALLY Here..."Chaser" On Audiobook!

I got the word last night, as I was wrapping up my daily edition of my blog, as it happens. The audiobook of Chaser was not only done, but available for all the world to purchase.

It's one of those "Oh my gosh" moments that occurs many times to some, not many times to me.

It felt awesome!

I know I've gone on-and-on about this little book. It's something I'm proud of, not necessarily because I wrote it, but because of the positive response I've gotten from readers. Those who have read it and taken the time to leave comments have been so kind and said such nice things. If I never write another thing, I'll always be proud of how Chaser turned out.

I've blogged many times about many audiobooks. It's the main way I'm able to read anymore. I do love a real book you can hold in your hands, smell the pages, and enjoy the experience of reading how God intended us to read. But in our crazy hectic lives, audiobooks allow those who might not get the chance to sit and read to consume books. I blogged a few weeks ago about Mark Sanderlin's narration. I personally think it fits the material perfectly.

If you'd like your own audio copy of Chaser, and, quite frankly, why would you not? Just click: HERE to access Audible.Com and get one yourself. I'll even autograph your phone if you'd like (I'm sure you would not like that...).

Yesterday was cool. I hope you pick this up and listen with your kids. It's a fun fun read.

Tuesday, August 14, 2018

Helping The Daughter With Her Career...

My daughter asked us for help preparing a video resume for a gig that's coming up next month. She's choosing a career of performing and nowadays, sending video auditions seems to be all the rage. She needed to include a regular resume, a monologue, a dramatic scene, and video of her dancing.

After a few hours, we got them all.

I've done one video audition in my life. It wasn't good, but good enough for me to get a part in the show. This is the second time my daughter has prepared a video audition. Earlier this year she did another one--not for a job, but to get into a college program. She got into the program, so she's one-for-one, with another one pending.

My daughter's first acting gig happened when she was only six-years old. She even got a solo and even though I know my bias is showing, she nailed it. She and I have been doing shows ever since. We're currently in the same show right now, Centerpoint Legacy Theatre's Pirates of Penzance. It's a great show and I'm fortunate to be included in the cast.

The video audition and resume are due tomorrow. Tonight she'll send it off. Will it be good enough? Time will tell. She knows the people involved in the show and, more importantly, they know her. She's chosen a tough career as far as rejection goes. It's more common I believe than getting the part. It just makes the times when you nail an audition and are found to be just the one they were looking for that much sweeter.

Tonight we helped her get everything together. We didn't do much--she pretty much did it all. I can only hope whatever the outcome, she'll be a better person when it's all said and done.

Monday, August 13, 2018

Hail Lefties! It's Our Day...

Today is International Lefthanders Day, a day dedicated to about 10% of the population of which, I am one. Can't say I did anything special to celebrate. I worked, did a show tonight, came home and now I'm getting ready to retire. Looking back, I did one thing not involving my left hand when I should have used my left hand. I was informed by my dancing partner that on a certain dance move in our show, I was moving my right arm when I should have used my left. 

I suppose I sullied the day.

I've vowed to improve.

I came across a website this morning that had information left-handed people. You can access it: HERE. There's a lot of information with a scientific bent on the age-old question--why do some people turn out to be left-handed?

The study didn't focus on the brain, but the spinal cord as a way of unlocking the mystery of the left-handed people.

Back in 2014 I blogged about Lefthanders Day. You can access that site: HERE. I don't think about being left-handed very much. It's just life. I know it looks strange for other to watch me write and do other things, but that's life, too.

There's just under an hour left of the day for lefties. For 90% of the population, they think it's a day for us. But for the other 10%, everyday is lefthanders day.