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True ease in writing comes from art, not chance,
As those move easiest who have learned to dance.
-- Alexander Pope
Thursday, July 24, 1997
As I am writing, it is after midnight, so it's really Friday morning. I am now beyond the time limit for eating and drinking before my dental adventures. I did manage to have the antibiotic (not easy to type that when my name is Anita!) perscription filled so I can premedicate myself when I get up in the morning.
This evening we had a very successful Shadow Dance workshop. Folks who had come before came back and brought others with them. Some people had learned of the event from the newsgroups, some from the web. I got there around six and bought a hot dog from the concession stand, and ate it and some cherries while enjoying the balmy weather.
We dance at a large structure that is left over from when Gasworks Park was literally the Gasworks. It's a large shelter with wooden balconies, a concrete floor (bad for dancing, but what the hey), and assorted machinery and stuff.
I couldn't find my lace-up black boots this morning, so I was wearing my regular sandals. (They are Flojo brand, bought for the Toenail Painting Party a few years ago.) Fortunately I didn't get stepped on. We waltzed, schottished, and did some folk dances.
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