I pretend I don't know what aggravated my hamstring, but I do. I tried salsa (dancing) a couple nights ago when Sherri was visiting. I imagine swing the next night didn't help either ( Read more... )

There are some days when it is almost like nothing happened. I always knew these days would happen, and vowed to be grateful for rather than worried by them. Still, they're tricksy things. Typically, there will be months and months of grief, interrupted only by one-to-three-day interludes. Occasionally, though, two or three weeks will pass semi- ( Read more... )

Last night around 10:45 I threw on my green dancing shoes, some tan cords, and one of my two "Let's Get Nerdy" tees stolen from M$. Clara and Jessica and I were swing dancing by eleven.

It'd been a pretty awful day. It gets so everything reminds me of Max. Oh, that person has hair--Max had hair, too! The nightmares from which I'd awoken hadn't ( Read more... )

Last Thursday, a 400-plus-pound stack of sheets of plywood that had been leaning against a wall tipped over on top of my boss and former teacher, Jim Marvin. Tom had been working also--thank goodness, since JM often works alone--and heard the noise. Adrenaline gave him the strength to lift the stack off and move it to the side ( Read more... )

annanaka and I drove to Blacksburg for Dr. Milman's wedding ( Read more... )

I dreamt last night of old friends from high school. I know that they were there, though I can only remember Bettina, Gina, and Javaun, specifically. I think we were all dancing, but I can't be sure ( Read more... )

Last night I went to the The Park with Katey, Mary Etna, and Kelly. The Park is a gay dance club in Roanoke. I felt a bit awkward at first because, well, I'm not gay. Not even a little bit. I was a little afraid to make eye contact with anyone, and since the dance floor was pretty empty initially and I'm extremely self-conscious about my dancing, I ( Read more... )