Testing blog post.

You do have heavenly teeth

It's been a pleasant weekend already, with beautiful spring weather, Indian food, and the promise of The Philadelphia Story at ARC this afternoon. And the apartment is now in possession of a copy of Cold Comfort Farm, which Nick had never before seen. Inducting him into open family secrets, including the irrefutable facts that there truly be no butter in Hell, and that there have always been Starkadders at Cold Comfort Farm, is a wonderful two hours' spent, though I was watching his reactions too much to work any more on the Edwardian Collar I'm making for trade within the Sac Steampunk Society, heavily modified, of course. Mostly, I'm just using my own wits, gauge calculations, and favorite lace patterns to approximate the picture, but credit where credit is due to Ms. Jacobs. At any rate, we're out for a walk now, and then on to the theater.

Dancing

Whew! Returning after a long hiatus! pictures, etc, will be up soon of our outing to San Francisco, but as I don't know where either the camera cord or the camera is, that will have to wait.

I'm sure all my readers (Hello, all three of you darlings!) already know that I am involved with Hot Pot studios here in Sacramento, and have just moved up to the Beginning Tribal class, which was seven kind of exciting and fun. It's a lot more intense than the Intro class, and we're learning how to move into different shapes and back to the stagger. I just hopped in, was completely lost, but managed to keep up with the Arabic Twist Pass-Through in stagger position, circle, into a chorus line, then as a duet. Amy even invited me to come and perform with them today. As in, the next day. Unfortunately, I don't have the right pants.

Anyway, ITS (Improvisational Tribal Style) looks like this. The woman in the front right of the screen at the beginning is my teacher (with the midriff tattoos).

OS I feel beautiful and talented and all that jazz, and need desperately to either buy or learn how to make the tribal semi-spandywear so I can go out and dance, as I get more proficient.

In other news, my hair, when wet, reaches the middle of my back now, so I only have a little more to go before I can consider cutting it. Right now, though, I'm enjoying it immensely.

Long Time

So, back at last, from not having posted for . . . a long time. Not much news so much, at least not to my loyal readers, who are also my mom and boyfriend.

I went to my Wednesday morning knitting group, and on a whim, walked into the Greek Orthodox bookstore across the street. I was thinking I'd browse at a few ikons, then toddle home. I walked in on the very end of an adult scripture class, and met Father Timothy, with whom I had a great conversation on whether the psalmody (cantillation in Jewish tradition - the chanting of Biblical or scriptural text) of individual Orthodox churches (Greek, Armenian, Russian, etc.) was informed by their history, particularly by a strong history of oppression and/or genocide. Apparently Armenians are downright Jewish in their use of melancholy, lilting tunes and minor keys. Even when they go up for Communion, it's mournful. They have a lot to mourn, I'll admit.

It's in the low seventies here. In February. I'm considering going out and playing my ukulele in the park a little later, once I've done some laundry (drat the cat!) and figured out something to eat for lunch.