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Apr. 3rd, 2023 03:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sorcyressToday has not totally sucked either. In fact, it's been pretty alright.
I left the house a little late to get to Advent ringing, completely forgetting that the proximity to fancy church holidays meant services would run longer than usual. I did arrive after ringing started, but by considerably less than I'd feared, and was able to pop in for a method or two before the bells had to come down.
There was no coffee hour at the church, and so after a brief muddle of trying to keep our party together, we set off to a local nice coffee shop to bolster our spirits with pastries, and give us energy for the long walk to Old North. I got a very good chocolate muffin. The walk was particularly high spirited, and when we arrived at ON, every single ringer seemed to be at least a little bit punchy.
Their services were also running long, and just after we arrived at the tower, Bee noticed that the pokegym had a particularly cool raid about to happen...but a big one! 5/8 ringers whipped out their phones and it didn't help the punchiness at *all* for us to be frantically joining a raid team and taking it out. A nice big ~mega Alakazam~ who fell quite easily to the five of us, and then we got distracted a bit by vexiloligy until the lights flash and we sprung to our actual job.
(It is, as it turns out, very easy to distract Kat with vexiloligy. I blame growing up in Maryland for it, once you've been exposed to how good it feels to have an actually interesting state flag, you start to form some serious opinions on all the other flags out there).
I ran a nice service ringing --hard not to, when we only rang like three things-- and we could collect ourselves and go for a lunch in the too-thin sunshine. Not quite warm enough to be really marvelous, but certainly nice enough for us to be comfortable lingering a bit outside, excitedly sharing thoughts.
Finally home again home again together on the T, and all parting ways. No Kyle on Sundays, so I walked home from the station poking my nose back into the book I'd started this morning, Lattes and Legends. Like so many people, I'd first heard of it as a strong recommendation from Seanan McGuire, and I'd finally picked up a copy for myself last Christmas.
I got home and kept reading, until I finished the whole thing. It's a pretty fast read, a novel but a short one (250 pages or so) and a very charming one. As says on the tin, found family, competency, lots of coffee. I think it's pretty much fluff, but very comfortable fluff --I don't feel particularly challenged by it, but I really don't regret reading it and will probably read it again sometime.
Then was time for some house chores. Laundering various hand towels and tablecloths, sweeping and vacuuming floors, cleaning the toilet, the usual un-sexy maintenance to keep the place we live from becoming an utter pigsty. My bedroom is still a lost cause these days, but hopefully I'll work on that a bit in the upcoming week.
Last part of the day was dance. I _zoomed_ on a blue bike to Alewife, only a minute late for being picked up by my ride to Demo Team practice. Demo Team had time enough for one walk through and to to-music dance throughs --our first time going through the entire program at speed. This is good, because we only have one more rehearsal until NEFFA. It was bad because there were *definitely* a few chunks of music that were not-quite-right in our practice recording.
I persuaded Beth to drive me all the way to Porter instead of Alewife, and got to cap the night off with BIDA. I was expecting that there'd be no way for BIDA to measure up to the *phenomenal* night it'd been the week before, but it turns out someone had been very clever with the scheduling, and the way to follow up to a fucking amazing bonus-band who'd flown in from the other side of the country was with a hugely expansive open band with close to twenty people onstage.
After I arrived but before I went inside, I wolfed down a granola bar, so that I was not dancing on zero calories, and as before, wound up chatting with a nice person as they also arrived. This turned out to be a person called Erica who was lovely friendly, and we established "oh yes, we'll have to dance together sometime tonight" as part of our polite conversation. That turned out to be pretty much immediately --I got downstairs a minute or two later, and had just finished tying my dance shoes when the next dance started...and found Erica in much the same boat. We wound up doing a grid square dance together, and I learned that my new friend is a person entirely made of enthusiasm. This is a good thing!
The rest of the dance was equally lovely. I got to waltz with Iz just as she arrived, which was charming, just gossiping quietly about our respective lives, and then during the break was able to chat with Ruthie a whole bunch about the wonders of pregnancy. The second half included a *deeply* flirtatious contra with Austin (a mad robin made for some wonderfully intense eye contact, and I like that if I'm dancing with one of the very few people I actually make proper eye contact with), and ended with a silly Gemini-swapping line with Bee and Todd. Todd had never experienced a Gemini-partner(s) before, and spent much of the dance being adorkably and enthusiastically bewildered.
I closed with a waltz with the taller of the Neils, noting he didn't have a partner and vaguely remembering that he was good for that sort of thing. Oh yes! He's a blues dancer, and he's got those lovely long legs which means he actually stretches his way across the floor, and that was a very lovely dance as well.
Homeagain homeagain, where I ate some dinner (shocked it was nearly eleven!) and then went to my bedroom if not exactly to bed. Words are done now and I'm off to sleep...tomorrow will be full of its own new challenges as I catch up with whatever I wanted my lessons to be. Goodnight!
~Sor
MOOP!
I left the house a little late to get to Advent ringing, completely forgetting that the proximity to fancy church holidays meant services would run longer than usual. I did arrive after ringing started, but by considerably less than I'd feared, and was able to pop in for a method or two before the bells had to come down.
There was no coffee hour at the church, and so after a brief muddle of trying to keep our party together, we set off to a local nice coffee shop to bolster our spirits with pastries, and give us energy for the long walk to Old North. I got a very good chocolate muffin. The walk was particularly high spirited, and when we arrived at ON, every single ringer seemed to be at least a little bit punchy.
Their services were also running long, and just after we arrived at the tower, Bee noticed that the pokegym had a particularly cool raid about to happen...but a big one! 5/8 ringers whipped out their phones and it didn't help the punchiness at *all* for us to be frantically joining a raid team and taking it out. A nice big ~mega Alakazam~ who fell quite easily to the five of us, and then we got distracted a bit by vexiloligy until the lights flash and we sprung to our actual job.
(It is, as it turns out, very easy to distract Kat with vexiloligy. I blame growing up in Maryland for it, once you've been exposed to how good it feels to have an actually interesting state flag, you start to form some serious opinions on all the other flags out there).
I ran a nice service ringing --hard not to, when we only rang like three things-- and we could collect ourselves and go for a lunch in the too-thin sunshine. Not quite warm enough to be really marvelous, but certainly nice enough for us to be comfortable lingering a bit outside, excitedly sharing thoughts.
Finally home again home again together on the T, and all parting ways. No Kyle on Sundays, so I walked home from the station poking my nose back into the book I'd started this morning, Lattes and Legends. Like so many people, I'd first heard of it as a strong recommendation from Seanan McGuire, and I'd finally picked up a copy for myself last Christmas.
I got home and kept reading, until I finished the whole thing. It's a pretty fast read, a novel but a short one (250 pages or so) and a very charming one. As says on the tin, found family, competency, lots of coffee. I think it's pretty much fluff, but very comfortable fluff --I don't feel particularly challenged by it, but I really don't regret reading it and will probably read it again sometime.
Then was time for some house chores. Laundering various hand towels and tablecloths, sweeping and vacuuming floors, cleaning the toilet, the usual un-sexy maintenance to keep the place we live from becoming an utter pigsty. My bedroom is still a lost cause these days, but hopefully I'll work on that a bit in the upcoming week.
Last part of the day was dance. I _zoomed_ on a blue bike to Alewife, only a minute late for being picked up by my ride to Demo Team practice. Demo Team had time enough for one walk through and to to-music dance throughs --our first time going through the entire program at speed. This is good, because we only have one more rehearsal until NEFFA. It was bad because there were *definitely* a few chunks of music that were not-quite-right in our practice recording.
I persuaded Beth to drive me all the way to Porter instead of Alewife, and got to cap the night off with BIDA. I was expecting that there'd be no way for BIDA to measure up to the *phenomenal* night it'd been the week before, but it turns out someone had been very clever with the scheduling, and the way to follow up to a fucking amazing bonus-band who'd flown in from the other side of the country was with a hugely expansive open band with close to twenty people onstage.
After I arrived but before I went inside, I wolfed down a granola bar, so that I was not dancing on zero calories, and as before, wound up chatting with a nice person as they also arrived. This turned out to be a person called Erica who was lovely friendly, and we established "oh yes, we'll have to dance together sometime tonight" as part of our polite conversation. That turned out to be pretty much immediately --I got downstairs a minute or two later, and had just finished tying my dance shoes when the next dance started...and found Erica in much the same boat. We wound up doing a grid square dance together, and I learned that my new friend is a person entirely made of enthusiasm. This is a good thing!
The rest of the dance was equally lovely. I got to waltz with Iz just as she arrived, which was charming, just gossiping quietly about our respective lives, and then during the break was able to chat with Ruthie a whole bunch about the wonders of pregnancy. The second half included a *deeply* flirtatious contra with Austin (a mad robin made for some wonderfully intense eye contact, and I like that if I'm dancing with one of the very few people I actually make proper eye contact with), and ended with a silly Gemini-swapping line with Bee and Todd. Todd had never experienced a Gemini-partner(s) before, and spent much of the dance being adorkably and enthusiastically bewildered.
I closed with a waltz with the taller of the Neils, noting he didn't have a partner and vaguely remembering that he was good for that sort of thing. Oh yes! He's a blues dancer, and he's got those lovely long legs which means he actually stretches his way across the floor, and that was a very lovely dance as well.
Homeagain homeagain, where I ate some dinner (shocked it was nearly eleven!) and then went to my bedroom if not exactly to bed. Words are done now and I'm off to sleep...tomorrow will be full of its own new challenges as I catch up with whatever I wanted my lessons to be. Goodnight!
~Sor
MOOP!