no cake at ALL today. my, what self-control you have, miss smith. i did have a scoop of baskin robbins ice cream tonight, but it was sugar free and low fat. as usual, when push comes to shove, i don’t get the superfat delicious ice cream and then am filled with regret later. but of course i’d have been filled with regret if i HAD gotten the much more delicious, high fat ice cream, so really, i just can’t win and maybe someday i’ll just accept whatever decision i make in life.
i’m very tired. busy day working, then vigorous rehearsal, when we finally got around to dancing at about eight o’clock. we did more work on the can of beans song; we dance the polka, and then the men have to LIFT us in the air. i get lifted three times in a row, by the same guy. i’m happy that my randomly chosen partner is caleb, who is clearly the most sturdy and strong guy of the group. erica’s partner is a guy who is so thin that his legs look like actual cartoon character stick legs; i’m not sure how they support the rest of his body weight. he makes my dad look like a big fat cow, and if you know my dad, you’ll realize this guy is seriously skinny.
i apologized to caleb in advance for having to pick me up three times, but he said it would be no problem. “my second girlfriend,” he said, “weighed twice as much as you, and i picked her up all the time.” but did you have to throw her? i asked. “no, but i would have liked to, but that’s another story,” he said, and then we polked away. i wondered what girlfriend he’s up to now, and if she, too, weighs twice as much as me, and if he picks her up, also. i didn’t get a chance to ask him, because we were much too busy with the continuous dancing and throwing.
my ribs are going to be kind of bruised tomorrow, i think, from the many rehearsals of the picking up and throwing.
when we do the lifting, i feel like i’m a good four feet higher in the air than any of the other women. perhaps it’s my imagination, but i don’t think it is. it’s kind of fun, being way up there, and who knows how high i’ll get once we’re out in the open air of new salem. far, far up in the sky i’ll be.
they spent a lot of time practicing a move near the end of the dance, whereby they pick up one girl (the youngest and smallest of us), and turn her upside down and she lands on her feet. it was pretty iffy there for a while, and i was thankful that nobody wanted to turn me upside down, but it might work. or they might drop her on her head, which would be very, very bad. she seemed to be quite calm about the whole thing, really.
anyway, the dancing was a lot of fun, and we’re going to dance more tomorrow night – we’re going to finish the can of beans, and we’re going to learn a can-can. a rousing way to end the week.
whew.
my personal goal for tomorrow is not to lose anything. i had some kind of bites on my arms, and B. (Beaumont) gave me some great anti-itch special cream, and i’ve already lost it. it made me very crazy for a while, because he JUST GAVE IT TO ME, and i thought it was in my purse. maybe somebody stole it during rehearsal. no, i’m sure that didn’t happen. maybe i accidentally threw it away? maybe it fell in my car somewhere. i’m always losing lip liners in my car; they’re always the first things to fall out of my purse. i keep buying more of them, and now i have plenty of lip liners, plus there’s always at least one lurking somewhere under a seat in the car.
i also lost an earring, actually two different earrings today, but i found them. i noticed that i’d somehow managed to put the TV remote in the bag that i carry around with me; is it any wonder that i lose things all the time, if i’m also randomly putting things that should only be AT HOME into a bag and carrying it about? i somehow managed to get the remote home safely, thank goodness. I can’t tell you where it might be at this particular moment, but i know it’s in the house somewhere, plus i haven’t been watching TV lately anyway, so it’s not that important.
the itch cream, however, that’s a different story. i got home and thought maybe i’d have another tube of it somewhere. i found a veritable pharmacy in my bathroom drawer. a cornucopia of drugs of all descriptions. i have many, many kinds of pills of all colors, and i bet that if i have some kind of pain, i could self-medicate myself with no problem. except for the itching; i have plenty of pills, but no creams. face cream. hand cream. eye cream. lots of creams like that, too many in fact, but no anti-itch cream.
i’d go out right now and look in the car again, except i was going to be ASLEEP twenty minutes ago, so i need to do that now. and maybe the itching will cure itself overnight anyway.
ok then,
grace who should have been asleep DAYS ago.