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I'm baaaaaaack!
I've only sketchily read LJ. Feel free to point me at anything you'd like me to know, as I mighta missed it.
It was wonderful to have dinner with my parents & her sister & boyfriend. I don't see them often enough. Wish I had a teleporter. When I was in my early to mid twenties, being nearly 3 kilomiles away from my parents was a fine thing; I not only wanted it and was comfortable with it, but I suspect I even *needed* it if I was to form a good idea of self. But now it's no longer necessary or desirable. Ah well... planes go places. At least for now they do.
That was a TERRIFIC square dance to go out on. It was an incredibly fun weekend. People there are friendly and welcoming, several people mentioned they were pleased to see me and to dance with me, the dancing itself was phenomenal (both challenging choreo and very skilled dancers)... it was just fantastic. It was so enjoyable that I was sorely tempted to reverse my quit-square-dancing decision. (I'm sticking with it, though. I have a very strong gut feeling that if I'm ever going to heal I *must* rest for a very long time.)
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eichin surprised and pleased the hell out of me by suddenly popping up in the window of the dance hall. I had no idea he was in western Mass., and he had had no idea where I was dancing -- some sleuthing on his part led him to the right city and finally to the right building. I was able to take a break from dancing and chat with him and Laura for a while. He described it as "a successful pounce". I am also amused to read his description of the dance. :-)
Now I get to dig out of the work backlog. Yee ha!
I've only sketchily read LJ. Feel free to point me at anything you'd like me to know, as I mighta missed it.
It was wonderful to have dinner with my parents & her sister & boyfriend. I don't see them often enough. Wish I had a teleporter. When I was in my early to mid twenties, being nearly 3 kilomiles away from my parents was a fine thing; I not only wanted it and was comfortable with it, but I suspect I even *needed* it if I was to form a good idea of self. But now it's no longer necessary or desirable. Ah well... planes go places. At least for now they do.
That was a TERRIFIC square dance to go out on. It was an incredibly fun weekend. People there are friendly and welcoming, several people mentioned they were pleased to see me and to dance with me, the dancing itself was phenomenal (both challenging choreo and very skilled dancers)... it was just fantastic. It was so enjoyable that I was sorely tempted to reverse my quit-square-dancing decision. (I'm sticking with it, though. I have a very strong gut feeling that if I'm ever going to heal I *must* rest for a very long time.)
eichin surprised and pleased the hell out of me by suddenly popping up in the window of the dance hall. I had no idea he was in western Mass., and he had had no idea where I was dancing -- some sleuthing on his part led him to the right city and finally to the right building. I was able to take a break from dancing and chat with him and Laura for a while. He described it as "a successful pounce". I am also amused to read his description of the dance. :-)Now I get to dig out of the work backlog. Yee ha!
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