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Another crazy yet wonderful weekend.
First of all, Libby (sakusha) is here and staying in our guest room! She's back at Carleton for the weekend after a year plus abroad in London and Japan. It's been fun catching up with her, and she gave me a lovely picture of a Takarazuka actress.
Yesterday I cleaned Julia's apartment again and she told me Part 1 of the story of her life and work. She says it has been anything but a straight line. I was very honored to hear her talk about her early years in nursing school, seminary, and working on the Reservation. She has given me so many gifts; I feel like I'm apprenticed to a real wise woman.
Also, yesterday we had another dance party! People dressed up and were hot, generally liked our music (including new tracks by Rachel Yamagata and Freezepop which are destined to become new Social Dance classics), brought food, angelically helped us clean up, and in general it was a big hit. I wore my black velvet evening gown and my humongous gold bellydance earrings. I got in a few great dances, especially West Coasting to "Sex Bomb" with a very good lead and hustling with the incomparable Fang Yu, but most of the time I actually played Apples to Apples and watched people enjoy themselves. I've discovered I really like being a hostess. Even though being intensely social makes me exhausted, it's worth it to be able to share something like that with people.
Thank goodness, after all that excitement, we didn't have to make brunch this morning. Guest chefs and former House residents Ben and Colin took over so we could sleep late. After brunch, Julia got me working in the garden, which was satisfying. I don't know too much about gardening, but I hunger to learn more. I love getting down in the dirt and it always feels like such meaningful work, like I am so close to life. Anyway, by the end I was happily dirt-smeared and exhausted. Then it was time to talk to B, whom I didn't get a chance to call yesterday, and oh yeah, start on homework...
So it goes. I can't believe I only have a few more weeks as a college student. They'll be so busy as I try to pack it all in. And I am already getting nostalgic about leaving the House! I keep thinking back to this entry: "In a real house I feel like a real person." I breathed a sigh of relief when I started living at Dacie's because for the first time since coming to college, I felt like I'd found a place where I truly belonged, a house that could become a home. I guess I'm on my way to a whole new definition of home, but I will miss this one too.
First of all, Libby (sakusha) is here and staying in our guest room! She's back at Carleton for the weekend after a year plus abroad in London and Japan. It's been fun catching up with her, and she gave me a lovely picture of a Takarazuka actress.
Yesterday I cleaned Julia's apartment again and she told me Part 1 of the story of her life and work. She says it has been anything but a straight line. I was very honored to hear her talk about her early years in nursing school, seminary, and working on the Reservation. She has given me so many gifts; I feel like I'm apprenticed to a real wise woman.
Also, yesterday we had another dance party! People dressed up and were hot, generally liked our music (including new tracks by Rachel Yamagata and Freezepop which are destined to become new Social Dance classics), brought food, angelically helped us clean up, and in general it was a big hit. I wore my black velvet evening gown and my humongous gold bellydance earrings. I got in a few great dances, especially West Coasting to "Sex Bomb" with a very good lead and hustling with the incomparable Fang Yu, but most of the time I actually played Apples to Apples and watched people enjoy themselves. I've discovered I really like being a hostess. Even though being intensely social makes me exhausted, it's worth it to be able to share something like that with people.
Thank goodness, after all that excitement, we didn't have to make brunch this morning. Guest chefs and former House residents Ben and Colin took over so we could sleep late. After brunch, Julia got me working in the garden, which was satisfying. I don't know too much about gardening, but I hunger to learn more. I love getting down in the dirt and it always feels like such meaningful work, like I am so close to life. Anyway, by the end I was happily dirt-smeared and exhausted. Then it was time to talk to B, whom I didn't get a chance to call yesterday, and oh yeah, start on homework...
So it goes. I can't believe I only have a few more weeks as a college student. They'll be so busy as I try to pack it all in. And I am already getting nostalgic about leaving the House! I keep thinking back to this entry: "In a real house I feel like a real person." I breathed a sigh of relief when I started living at Dacie's because for the first time since coming to college, I felt like I'd found a place where I truly belonged, a house that could become a home. I guess I'm on my way to a whole new definition of home, but I will miss this one too.