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Well, N is now gone. She's promised to visit, and really wants to see our christmas show, Alice... so we'll see. We had a full evening packing and loading her stuff into the 10' truck she's taking out to B'more. Her dad came into town to help drive. He really seems a nice guy. I think I could like him a lot. I really felt bad for S. She just stood there and watched the cars drive away long after they'd gone. I think she's really losing a part of herself. It may be a part that grows back, but it still hurts. There was also not much I could do, I just hugged her. It's her pain and I can't know how deep it really goes. For me, it's pretty shallow, I wasn't in her inner circle. N and S were best friends for something like 8 years. E was also there, and I was thinking that she would be more of a buffer than she was. I think that the two of them will probably even get closer, and do more things together to fill the void.
The AC at work is kaput. The freon that we put in three weeks ago wasn't just low, it was gone. I think we've now (two days later) found the leak (thankfully on the roof, not in the asbestos filled walls), and are flushing and refilling the system. Thank gods for 70 deg. days in the meantime. Tonight is the first of three linked shows on our stage. Dance. Tomorrow is Dance and Drama, and Sat. just drama. Dance is fun. I love lighting for dance. Mostly I love dancers. (Well, ok, I love WATCHING dancers.) Dance is something I don't understand. I don't do it. Never have, never will. I've never been able to let myself go enough to just MOVE. I've always been way too self-conscious. It also seems to be totally arbitrary to me the difference between cool dance moves, and epileptic seizures. One makes you a hot mover, the other a whacked out geek off his meds. I don't need another reason for people to find me ridiculous. I just don't do it, and now I'm way too fat to ever look cool, even with the right moves. But I love dancers, the lithe tight bodies moving and shaking the parts that mean to shake, the graceful flow of hands, arms, bodies and legs, into poetic motion.
Oh well. I'm too old. Todays link is to a site with drumming rhythms for Middle Eastern dance.
The AC at work is kaput. The freon that we put in three weeks ago wasn't just low, it was gone. I think we've now (two days later) found the leak (thankfully on the roof, not in the asbestos filled walls), and are flushing and refilling the system. Thank gods for 70 deg. days in the meantime. Tonight is the first of three linked shows on our stage. Dance. Tomorrow is Dance and Drama, and Sat. just drama. Dance is fun. I love lighting for dance. Mostly I love dancers. (Well, ok, I love WATCHING dancers.) Dance is something I don't understand. I don't do it. Never have, never will. I've never been able to let myself go enough to just MOVE. I've always been way too self-conscious. It also seems to be totally arbitrary to me the difference between cool dance moves, and epileptic seizures. One makes you a hot mover, the other a whacked out geek off his meds. I don't need another reason for people to find me ridiculous. I just don't do it, and now I'm way too fat to ever look cool, even with the right moves. But I love dancers, the lithe tight bodies moving and shaking the parts that mean to shake, the graceful flow of hands, arms, bodies and legs, into poetic motion.
Oh well. I'm too old. Todays link is to a site with drumming rhythms for Middle Eastern dance.
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