i am sitting in a room.  i am sitting in a pine panelled dorm in brigadoon, a roommate asleep in another single bed nearby. we are resting, i assume, in preparation for the new year celebrations, which are to begin this evening with the brigadoon follies, a spectacle i had planned to miss, but that now i think i will take in.  not much sleep last night as the natives were restless below, but then this afternoon was for naps, so we shall see.  and i intend to skip dinner this evening as something has got to give, other than my stomach.  the abundance of food has not been agreeable.

once again, this has not been the vacation i had envisioned, and i shall do something about that beginning as soon as i return home, but it has been a nice one, anyway, and ever so much better than sitting at home.  i can watch the world go by up close here, and impress upon myself that it is not just my location that isolates me, but me myself.  the nicest times are when i have people around me, laughing, as when i drove us all to yarn circle;  those are also the scarcest times. i must do something about that, too.

and my stomach, must do something about that.  do. do. do.

here are some things to do:
eat well (!)
strengthen ankle
contra
watercolor and/or carve
plan little/middle class

..going back to brigadoon in two days…bouncy, bouncy, bouncy…

winding back from here.

it seems that the 20 (25?) year old central air conditioning has finally expired.  i can survive in my bedroom with the fan i bought at walgreens, until tomorrow when the air conditioning man comes to tell me that i need to figure out financing for $4000.  sigh. 

.....goin’ back to brasstown tomorrow…bouncy bouncy bouncy…coincides with this...whee!....wanna stay a second week for this but don’t know if i can swing it….bouncy bouncy zing!...

flying to woolfcamp in santa cruz!  a whole week in nocal for mee!!!

can it really be a three year anniversary when i don’t post here much anymore?

i have to think of something to rescue this trip.  I’m in over my head and my foot is wonky, so i can’t dance much but then, what else is there to do? i spent much of today driving in to murphy to get an ace bandage (that really seems to have helped, i think) and things to make the swelling in my foot go down some, but it’s still quite weak. i took the waltz class and it went out on me a couple of times, and i was really treating it fearfully.  i had to compensate a lot for it in the 200 years of american dances class, but i was able to do the whole thing, although I got way off several times. i notice that i have a better time when i try than when i let it overwhelm me, though, so i’m going to try the 8pm community dance tonight, which i sat out last night.  see if I can get something done, anyway.  the jury’s still out on whether this will turn out to have been a good or a bad idea, and that’s too bad, but I’m hoping i can still turn it into a good one.  i think i’ll go to the english dances one tonight; i’m told it might be easier on my foot.

was up at 5:30 this morning and sat out on the porch waiting for the sun to come up.  it was quite nice.

i gto to brasstown with little trouble, although driving was another of those completely-on-faith experiences that, as they always do, worked out just fine in the end. i got first pick of the beds, met two of my roommates (both of whom are serious dancers,or so it would seem) and immediately repaired to the coffeerroom to geek out.  the geek refuge.  i checkedrto see if i could take pics and vids, set up britekite to show me here, and here i am. dinner is at 6, with a short meeting thereafter and then the first open dance of the evening.

gulp.

my foot hurts. the one that always hurts these days, but it’s really hurting some now. probably from its immobility in the car for 10 hours? at any rate, it may prove (in?)convenient.  i did bring a rehearsal skirt, at least i remembered that far.  i wonder if i will spend the week in the corner? at least i plan to end my evenings by posting here and uploading whatever i’ve gotten that day.or that’s the plan.

so here i am. just like when i’m home. only i’m here.

had to sit out the open dance as my foot has suddenly swollen up to grapefruit size. now what?