listening to: Early morning radio
doing: practicing Carmen flamenco dance in the kitchen
eating well, an empty stomach... maybe a grilled cheese but i gotta get to bed!
Hold on to what is good even if it is a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe even if it is a tree which stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do even if it is a long way from here.
Hold on to life even when it is easier letting go.
Hold on to my hand even when I have gone away from you.
- Pueblo Blessing
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Wednesday, Jun. 30, 2004 - 6:09 a.m.
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Flamenco in the Kitchen at Six a.m.
ok, now i can go to sleep. no i have not done my two pages of comics. I shall scan in some from 1994. lazy me.
But i managed to get my red rose into my hair (no mean feet given the dearth of bushiness in my hair) and put together my flamenco outfit for tomorrow, and practice in the kitchen for an hour or so. The funny thing is I was always running out of space to practice, but on stage we are almost not doing our steps... ie doing them in one spot instead of walking forward, backward, sideways etc. Seems kind of silly to learn a dance that has dramatic steps, and then basically do them as if your feet are stuck to one little square when doing it for a public performance, but what the heck. If I do it like that I can ALMOST do it in the kitchen with the furniture pushed up against the door.
Well, that's it. Gotta get the kitty off my lap and get to sleep or i'll be in bed til 3pm again like today. Not so good when i am supposed to be at the theater at 5:30.
But I look not so bad, twirling my new fan around with my red rose in my hair and black skirt and top. I hope to have photos. If I finish the film tonight then there will be photos of the flapper dress from the massage night as well! yay!
Go and look at the previous two entries:
Night night.
me, huggies,
wenchola
hey, I mean hugsl like warm loving arms flung about you. Not "huggies"!! hehe.
bye!
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