Dance Update and Randomness.
Things at The Big Purple Dance Studio are . . . well, it's messed.
Last Tuesday, She Who Must Be Obeyed stuck her foot in a gopher hole and fell down, breaking it most painfully. Rather than put her out of her misery like a lame horse, the doctor elected to put her in a hot pink cast and tell her that she can't walk on it at all. In three weeks the cast comes off and more X-rays will reveal whether what happens next involves a walking cast or surgery to pin things together. Apparently she twisted it so badly that the ligaments peeled away from the bone.
I am squirming while I write that, and not in a good way.
So we're without Maggie for a couple weeks at least. She'll come in, but she's not going to be able to teach. Which means it's largely up to us, the advanced students, to herd the bellydancing cats that are the Levels 1 and 2 students.
This with a solid month of shows coming up in October.
It's times like this when I am grateful to be in a troupe that has its shit together and is relatively Drama-Free. We are actually capable of pulling together.
The lemon-flavored irony of all this is that in terms of studio hierarchy the next most senior person to SWMBO is the 15-year-old Bellydancer from Hell. I don't have a problem taking orders from someone more than ten years younger than me, but some others apparently do.
In other news, I totally forgot to mention it in the midst of this craptastic Mom-drama, but a couple weeks ago, Merlin (whose wife Sabeehah dances at my studio) showed up and brought me an unexpected present: a GORGEOUS green, gold, and cream-colored scarf from a bazaar in Iraq. That perked me up considerably. We're earnestly hoping that I win Writers of the Future this quarter so that I can go to California with him, since he won last quarter.
There's a lot more I have to post about, but right now I have to exercise, then practice, then cook, then spend some husband-time, then feed snakes . . . so it may be tomorrow before I can update again.
I swear I am [this far] from starting the fiction journal. I just need a nifty matching friends-only banner and icon that I can customize. I've spent an hour surfing for suitable pictures of rapiers and cursing my inability to create a decent border. I've currently given up on the task, but will return to it when I am no longer so frustrated.
I hate tweaking journal layouts. I'm not looking forward to that part.
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Last Tuesday, She Who Must Be Obeyed stuck her foot in a gopher hole and fell down, breaking it most painfully. Rather than put her out of her misery like a lame horse, the doctor elected to put her in a hot pink cast and tell her that she can't walk on it at all. In three weeks the cast comes off and more X-rays will reveal whether what happens next involves a walking cast or surgery to pin things together. Apparently she twisted it so badly that the ligaments peeled away from the bone.
I am squirming while I write that, and not in a good way.
So we're without Maggie for a couple weeks at least. She'll come in, but she's not going to be able to teach. Which means it's largely up to us, the advanced students, to herd the bellydancing cats that are the Levels 1 and 2 students.
This with a solid month of shows coming up in October.
It's times like this when I am grateful to be in a troupe that has its shit together and is relatively Drama-Free. We are actually capable of pulling together.
The lemon-flavored irony of all this is that in terms of studio hierarchy the next most senior person to SWMBO is the 15-year-old Bellydancer from Hell. I don't have a problem taking orders from someone more than ten years younger than me, but some others apparently do.
In other news, I totally forgot to mention it in the midst of this craptastic Mom-drama, but a couple weeks ago, Merlin (whose wife Sabeehah dances at my studio) showed up and brought me an unexpected present: a GORGEOUS green, gold, and cream-colored scarf from a bazaar in Iraq. That perked me up considerably. We're earnestly hoping that I win Writers of the Future this quarter so that I can go to California with him, since he won last quarter.
There's a lot more I have to post about, but right now I have to exercise, then practice, then cook, then spend some husband-time, then feed snakes . . . so it may be tomorrow before I can update again.
I swear I am [this far] from starting the fiction journal. I just need a nifty matching friends-only banner and icon that I can customize. I've spent an hour surfing for suitable pictures of rapiers and cursing my inability to create a decent border. I've currently given up on the task, but will return to it when I am no longer so frustrated.
I hate tweaking journal layouts. I'm not looking forward to that part.
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