July 25, 2000
Un-Hermiting
I'm still trying to get used to this early schedule thing. I talked to my supervisor today and this is pretty much what my schedule is going to be. Nine to six four days a week, and eleven to eight on the fifth day. I can deal with that. It takes away my last excuse for not having more a social life. (And thank you to Jo for reaffirming that fact. ;-) She said, "Oh no! You lost your excuse!")
That said, I did in fact go the SCA meeting last night. It was pretty neat; a mixture of things I remembered and things that have changed, as well as a mixture of old faces and new. It was nice to be remembered. I got lots of hugs and lots of "Lisa! Long time no see!" in tones that said "we missed you!" rather than "where the hell have you been?" Music and dance practices are both still on Thursdays, but I can't go this week, despite telling people I would. It's not an excuse. With the manuscript due on Friday morning, I'm probably going to be doing last minute stuff on it Thursday night. Next week though, definitely.
It felt really good to be out and doing things. Even the sizable (for me at least) walk from the parking lot to the campus building where the meeting was felt good. And dance... god. I'm a little scared about that. When I was involved before I was also teaching preschool, so between walking and running around all day and dancing once or twice a week, I was still fat, but in good shape. I mean good shape. Pulse around 60, blood pressure around 110/70, and I could dance literally for ten hours at a stretch (well, with pauses between dances and stops for water and such). Now I'm just fat. Before I had a sense of confidence in my body. I felt graceful, and I wasn't worried about any sort of injuries. Now I'm half-afraid I'm going to trip over my own feet and break bits of myself. I know dance is going to be tough to start with. I'm just hoping that the same insane love I had for it before will return and that love will give me the determination to stay with it through the tough bits, and help me get back to where I was.
Oy, and garb. I need garb. My old stuff, for the most part, either reeks of cat pee (thanks Max) or doesn't fit anymore. I may have an outfit left, but I'm not certain. Time to dig out the sewing machine and see if I remember how to do that again too! If I can just remember how to make a tunic...
Oh yeah, and I've got to redesign the Changeling site, update and add some things to the Gamer Geek webring site, eventually finish doing the CSS on this site, maybe redesign this site (heh heh, I actually typed 'shite' the first time... Freudian slip?), work on a novel, etc, etc... next time I complain about being bored, somebody smack me?
Posted by Lisa at July 25, 2000 02:05 PM
