Here’s an issue I never though of and believe it not a problem easily fixed at my local big box store. Turns out a big issue for the elderly (especially those with macular degeneration) is bathrooms tend to be brightly lit and most of the time, white (Mom’s bathroom falls into this simple over sight in my case in order to help with cleaning/habit; she always had white bathrooms – thinking it’s a Marine thing) there fore blurring the lines between floor, toilet & seat. Which in elderly men can add to the frustrations of normal everyday activities (or at least a good excuse;)) leading to peeing in the sink. In women helps with unneeded stress and accidents as well. Easy right… nope
Had to paint the clear tub to stop algae of coarse but this time thought I’d go silver instead of black. To help reflect the heat instead of absorbing it to hopefully help reduce the water’s heat factor
Had a bright idea and added Mylar to the lid to both reflect heat & bounce some light up. Wish me luck
More to come…
Hi all and sorry to have seemingly disappeared just after vowing to ramp up production. Well tried to stop Mom’s cat from shooting out the front door ( since moving her down I’ve done all I could to make him an in door cat) and to keep it short, broke or significantly sprained or torn something
since it’s taken to now to use my hand enough to even care about posting even this update. Since thou wanting to curl up & get better still had to help Mom and even managed to put up railings in her room to help her get around. But that’s a different post. Will have New content on the YouTube ch as well as more posting very soon.
Anyway that’s my update for now. Please stay tuned
What started as a plan to do a Micro Movie to add to the list while venting a frustration of how my otherwise tough mom was taken advantage of. The twisted little tale/screen revenge I created inspired by our love of mystery, dark humor as well as horror writers like Stephen King and Clive Barker has turned into it’s own little horror story. The end twist a tad of Twilight Zone
1st was the attempt to gather the funds to do it as a 9 to 12 min piece and do it right. Doing my due diligents and other than following the 1st rule (build a team) I thought I was ready, created/ordered a couple nice perks(100 dog tags with mom on one side and the DigitalReel logo on the other + 50 custom 2 sided DigitalReel coins)launched a nice little Indiegogo campaign. Worked my social to the best of my abilities, created some print pieces(check out earlier post titled “Mom’s first press”)sent them to a couple different states and to a couple different people I knew would not let me down (did they, never found out but from the amount of visits I would say there wasn’t an exerted attempt #imho). 40 days later and after only 50 some visits, 12 views of the attached video the campaign ended without even $1 contributed.
Vowing to not give up I could only blame myself. So I dug in, rewrote the script to a tighter 4 1/8’s pages so as to be more affordable on an “out of pocket” project. Mom then suggested we use the money she was to get from a research program we had signed her up for. I found this apropos, kinda like Robert Rodriguez(but at a much smaller scale)we were going to use the medical research money to fund our piece (in case the relaunch of our campaign was yet again unsuccessful)believing people should get paid for their work in hopes of attracting people devoted to similar aspirations, secondarily creating somewhat of a team. Which though feeling guilty as it wasn’t my money to spend I was bound to cast well, get the right crew and form from them (as they should have a good reason to get behind a project they were involved in and paid for) a team to socially promote the project and relaunch the campaign correctly. Then the old demons gathered to test us. First the location fell through, no problem do as a few times before and shoot at my place. Next the first makeup person couldn’t do it, then the second. So I refigured how to get around this set back. All seemed well, then a gift, an old friend I trust explicitly but lost contact with got up with me asking how could he help. All will work out fine now (I convinced myself) I now had someone to help with audio and help me think (as he out of all seems to understand how I think and how it will cut), second person watching the shot as he has the eye of a director, the other thou not worked with much I respect his intelligence/years in the business. The last two would help to make a complete crew and more than I’ve seldom had the luxury of. Night before the long lost friend was to come over pre-set, talk over and stay over to get a fresh start the next day. 1st danger sign,,, didn’t hear from him. That’s ok he’d never let me down so no worries. 2nd danger sign, Next morning still no word, call time comes and the two extra guys who I owe eternal appreciation for showing up, did. 3rd and final sign, no word from any key members of the crew and that cold chill sweep through me, my brain screams “NO NOT AGAIN”. Without someone to cover sound it would suck but I could get by, no one I felt comfortable with, with eyes on the monitor was too dangerous to me and the $ mom had entrusted in me. Hoping I was doing the right thing I called talent and canceled till I could reorganize. So here we are explanations from everyone but the most important and I can only hope it was for some reason other than accident or injury he was a no show/no call. After a bit of reflection the mental wounds are sown up and healing. I blame no one but myself for not having a secondary contingence or at least the fortitude to push through. Yet again re-planning begins since to give up would be the true waste of time…