I pretty sure you know my reaction to yesterday’s news. Honestly, I never doubted it would happen. Not once.

Can you be happy and enraged at the same time? Turns out, I think you can, given my reaction while reading the indictment.

That’s all on that for now.

Awaiting the news sometime this month from Georgia.

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A little trip in the wayback machine today. I finally photographed the picture cube from the Gordon Lightfoot concert we attended back in the seventies (maybe 72 or 73?) I saw him live several times, but I attended this particular concert with my friends Becky and Scott. Both of them were close friends from high school and Scott dabbled in photography – I hope he still does!

Scott took the pictures, developed them, and gave me a large print of a photo (I don’t know where that is) and this photo cube – I believe they were birthday presents that year.

Those were the days when Gordon Lightfoot regularly played Masonic Auditorium in Detroit. That’s where I saw and met Judy Collins, as well. At the time, you could get backstage easily and in Collins’ case, I met her onstage and she signed my program. In the case of Lightfoot, we found our way backstage to his dressing room.

I put the cube on the floor to eliminate as much glare as possible.

The last photo was taken as we chatted with him backstage.

You could never get away with that today – only if you had an official backstage pass, as we did when we saw Paul McCartney. Understandably, security is much too tight now.

Don was thrilled when I unearthed this from a box. He insisted we display it by our turntable.

We miss you, Gordon.

Something about me: I have music of some kind playing in my head all day, every day. I can generally tune it out, but it’s there. Right now? For Lovin’ Me. Whoops! It just switched to Bitter Green.

It may be time for another swipe at the front lawn. We’ll see. It’s supposed to rain tomorrow and Friday. But today is beautiful. I’m going to listen to some Gordon Lightfoot today.

Stay safe.

Happy Wednesday.

What’s that? A cool morning? Yes!

The front that went through yesterday brought lots of rain and thunderstorms, but it also carried away the extremely hot and humid weather. This morning is so much cooler and sunny and just plain lovely. Thank goodness. And, breaking news: the week ahead is supposed to be fairly dry.

I have so much clean up to do outside; things I haven’t been able to do because of the weather. Everything is overgrown. I look forward to doing a bit of that today – but not too much. I’m going to try to police myself and not overdo.

In the meantime, I just might grab some porch time.

I finished Fifth Business  yesterday. I love Robertson Davies so much! Instead of going directly into Demon Copperhead, I’m going to go for something light – The Thursday Murder Club.

And I want to tell you about a series we’re watching that we absolutely love: Extraordinary Attorney Woo. It’s on Netflix and it is so well done! It comes from South Korea and the protagonist is a recent graduate from law school with honors who happens to be autistic. She is an extraordinary character, beautifully acted by Park Eun-bin. The series itself is beautifully produced and art directed. It’s funny, moving, magical, and charming. We are completely in love with it and are happy to hear they’re shooting a second season. It’s good for the soul. So nice to see a series dealing with autism in a moving and humorous manner. I’m learning a lot. Z is on the spectrum, so this really resonates with us.

I recommend it highly. Thanks to our friend Adrian for recommending it.

Stay safe.

Happy Sunday.

They’re finally opening. I love brown-eyed susans/black-eyed susans, which I will refer to in the future as ‘susans.’ They’re self-seeding, of course – my favorite thing. I’d say that most of the flowers in the big garden bed self-seed. It makes gardening so much easier.

I love their autumnal colors, a little prediction of what is to come.

Some more information on the need for the strike:

When Don was acting in Hollywood, and indeed, when I first met him, he had amassed an extensive body of work in television. In those days, if you were working fairly consistently, after several years, your agent could negotiate your day fee. When he was playing a recurring role in LA Law, he was getting $3500/day. And in those days, the first rerun of an episode paid the exact same amount. So he would earn $7000 for that one appearance. That may seem like a lot, but the average actor might work 4 times a year, so $7000 x 4 equals $28,000 a year. Not much.

Then the studios and networks stopped any negotiations as to fee. Period. Now, you get offered the day rate, which is a little over a thousand dollars. That’s it. If you question it, you get this response: Either take it or don’t take the job. It’s what I got paid for my acting work on Spoiler Alert. That’s less than a third of what Don used to get.

Do you see what’s happening here?

If it isn’t streaming, you’ll get a residual, but the residual is based on that greatly decreased day rate.

If it is for streaming, you will get NO RESIDUALS AT ALL. Most actors live on their residuals because there are so many weeks and months where they can’t get work. Don still gets residuals from Three’s Company  and you know how long ago that was. After all this time, the residuals are very, very small, but they help, and when you’re trying to make your rent, feed your kids, pay your mortgage, you need them,

SAG also changed their health insurance requirements a few years back – remember when they took away the great insurance Don had earned because he was a Senior Performer? They also changed the requirements for qualifying for health insurance – now, you have to make $26,000 a year to qualify. Because of low pay, no residuals for anything made for streaming, and the difficulty of finding work, 87% of union members don’t qualify. Only 13% of members have health insurance.

When studios systematically chip away at an actor’s earning potential, they take away the chance to actually make a living, to provide for families.

Don would tell you that the business has changed dramatically and that he doesn’t recognize it anymore.

When you treat actors as a commodity for your use and not as talented creative artists that you’re lucky to have on your project, you become soulless, corporate bean counters. Meanwhile, the CEO of Warner Brothers/Discovery, David Zaslow, makes $246.6 million dollars a year. Bob Iger, the CEO of Disney, who makes $27 million dollars a year, said that he found the demands of actors were not “realistic” and that “it is very disturbing to me.” I’d say that we find your utter disconnect very disturbing.

A ‘Let ’em eat cake’ mentality that did not go over well at all. He’s been repeatedly under fire for those comments.

This is what SAG is up against. The studios have become part of massive corporate entities, entities that feel that scanning a background actor’s body and using it over and over again so that they don’t have to deal with background actors – or pay them – ever again is a good idea.

I’m so disillusioned with this world we live in. We have a broken lawn mower, a dehumidifier that stopped working, a washing machine that stopped working, and we’ve already had to replace our window a/c unit. We have to try a figure out a way to pay for replacements, which in actuality means we’ll use the lawn mower but only do a bit at a time because it’s so hard to push now, we’ll stick paper towels under the washer until we can afford to call a repairman and hope against hope that we don’t have to replace the stacked unit, and, because we have a 140 year-old half-basement that gets wet when it rains and all we have had is rain lately, we’ll choose to replace the dehumidifier first because more rain is coming tomorrow and the next day and the day after that.

But, Don and I are not special. So this isn’t a ‘poor me’ thing. This is the reality for more than 90% of actors in the union. I suspect it’s the same with Actor’s Equity (the theatrical union.) And these studio heads want to keep chipping away at any possible income for actors.

Added note about me: As a dialect coach, I don’t even have the protection of a union. None. I don’t have a manager, I don’t have an agent. I have to negotiate the very small fees I get all by myself. It’s draining. And I wouldn’t have health insurance if I was not married to Don, so thank God for that, at least.

Just sharing a bit of the reality that every actor (and writer) deals with on a daily basis and why the strike is absolutely necessary.

Stay safe.

Happy Tuesday.