Showers

I finally tried the plastic bag thing in the shower. Two bags on each foot, each layer taped to my calf.

A little-known fact of physics: slippery footing gets worse by a factor of at least three when you have your eyes closed and soap all over your face.

But I'm clean! I'm clean! Ahhhhhhh! I could rinse my hair with BOTH hands. I could get my legs wet. I could wash my backside. I could stand in the spray and rinse myself in seconds. Every detail was a new joy -- I was having multiple mental orgasms over how wonderful it was to be clean.

I can't wait to be able to wash my feet. I might just pass out with bliss.

Square dance choreo bookkeeping

Time to write about something other than my feet! I bet this is even LESS interesting to most of my readers...

I'll be calling C4 in a couple of weeks. (I'll be calling a bunch of C3B, too, but I've got oodles of C3B written; C4 is what I am perennially short of and always need to write before a dance.)

Yesterday I got bored enough with writing choreo that I decided to do bookkeeping about choreo instead. I spent all day entering my old C4 sequences into the computer. Not the choreo itself, no; that's easy and I've done it already. I entered all the usage information. When, where, and whether each of these sequences has been used, every last scribble on the upper right corner of a printout, every C4 dance I have ever called using those pages -- it's all in CSDS now. It was ten PM by the time I was done.

It turns out that yes, Virginia, I do have some older sequences that I have never ever called. Score! I can use those now. But I didn't find many. I still need to write just about as much as I'd planned for the upcoming dance.

Ah, the glamorous life of a square dance caller.