No, I Have Not Slept Well
Are you sayin’ I look tired or something?
On Monday of last week, the hot water heater in my old apartment broke, flooding the whole place. Nothing quite like the smell of wet carpet padding mixed with fresh dirt, lemme tell you. (There’s also nothing quite like locating two really freaked out cats and shoving them into carriers.) On Tuesday, the Significant Other hit a gigantic pothole that blew a tire and cracked the wheel, and as a result he had to borrow my car for a day before he could get a rental.
Monday and Tuesday nights were spent at a hotel. Getting two stressed cats out from underneath a hotel bed isn’t much easier than getting them out of a pile of furniture and boxes, but I just couldn’t handle the guilt factor of shutting them in the bathroom for two days.
On Wednesday, a small miracle happened when the furniture delivery guys and the Comcast guy showed up at the new apartment on time. On Thursday, there was great panicking and packing, as the old apartment was a freaking mess and the movers were supposed to come Friday afternoon. On Friday, the movers showed up over an hour late. I couldn’t trap the cats in the new apartment’s bathroom for their safety as I’d planned, but they ended up being safe where they were because they’d gotten themselves wedged under the couch and would move for no one, not even a person with wet food and kitty treats. (This was OK by me, as I was also feeling increasingly bad over the number of times I’d pushed them into small enclosed spaces for reasons they could not comprehend.) On Friday night, a guest came to visit and help us unpack. I couldn’t find the sheets for the guest bed.
On Saturday, the Winter Showcase happened, I think*. My hair was bad and my dress was wrinkled, but I made it and had some makeup on my face, dagnabit, and I considered that nothing short of a victory.
May be too TMI-ish to read while in polite company.
Ever one for trouble (provided said trouble is cheap), I’ve gone ahead and signed myself up for the Winter Showcase.
Instructorman and I will be doing the foxtrot, sort of. We’ll be doing it relatively fast, and with some lindy hop mixed in here and there because Instructorman felt lindy happening in his soul at a key creative moment. The Significant Other, who burned out on ballroom some years back but remains very fond of lindy hop, blues, various forms of swing, and other more relaxed dances, says that such a combination of free spirit and formal stricture is a “travesty.” I’m the kind of person who likes to poke fun at convention and enjoys seemingly random fusions, so I SHALL DUB IT THE ‘LINDYTROT,’ AND IT SHALL BE GOOD.
The trouble I am having with smooth in general right now is how I feel I am practically lunging from point to point in order to keep up with Instructorman. This is apparently because I only prepare my first step well – after that, I just start flinging myself around the floor because I feel like I am about to slip under the wheels of a fast-moving vehicle.
Step preparation for me includes but is not limited to:
- Keep feet parallel
- Do not let the heel twist out on the extended foot
- Remember to put the tip of the toe down, not the entire first joint (this one is especially hard to do, because the focused pressure causes discomfort, and I also feel extremely unstable without more foot to the floor)
- Use bent standing leg to reach further out with the extended foot’s toe
- Roll through the extended foot when moving backwards
Nobody Got Time For Dat
At least, I don’t feel like I do.
HOW THE HELL DO YOU DO ALL THIS STEP PREPARATION BUSINESS WHILE MOVING, THAT’S WHAT I WANT TO KNOW!