~ Wednesday, June 02, 2004 ~
I went to the Marlboro Morris Ale with Ring O' Bells over the weekend and I had a fantastic time. The Outside Capering Crew kicks my vestigial coccyx. Possibly the best morris dancing ever. They get extra points for being nice, teaching us some elementary bacca pipe dancing on Sunday morning, and doing a skit involving people doing the holding-the-broom-and-jumping-over-it trick with rubber chickens. Wow. The Mad Bellowsqueezer and the Oaken Whistler both made my Saturday and Sunday nights by letting me sit in with them (not that I really gave them a choice) and giving bits of advice about my buttonwork while they matched chops and made gleeful intricate music. Oaken Whistler let me borrow the rather ostentatious sparkly blue and white Fifi, since Bethena was at Main Squeeze having her bellows patched. Sometimes it seems like there's not enough music happening in my life, and those nights were a particularly euphoric way to break the fast. To increase the goodness, Wayward Andrew gave me another Morris-accordion lesson on Monday morning shortly before everyone packed up and left. I so very much want to just get past the annoying I-can't-play-this-thing part. Oh, and also Ring O' Bells danced pretty well, I think. I was put in two of the three show dances, which surprised me, because I'm such a new member, but Foreman mentioned something about rewarding good attendance, and I *have* been there for almost all the practices. So that was fun.
Yesterday I went to RRC and retook my Hebrew test. It was really hard, and I'm kind of nervous. The deal is that they'll let me into the Mechinah (preparatory) year if I pass this test, which means 6 years instead of five, but I know I did rather poorly (mostly nerves) on the oral section, and I missed things on the rabbinic Hebrew translation section...the modern Hebrew translation bit I didn't finish. File Hebrew in the same category as accordion. I think the rest of it went well, though, especially my own writing piece, which I'd marginally prepared beforehand...I'm supposed to hear on Friday. Six straight hours of testing is too much.
Today I'm leaving for the Wayward Youths of Morris tour, with Bethena in tow, and she needs to be picked up from Main Squeeze at 11 am sharp tomorrow, after I finish doing laundry and drop off a housing application for an apartment in Wyncote with Jarah's sister, who will give it to Jarah, with whom I will probably be living next year, assuming I pass the test, but I don't have to think about that right now because the test is done and now I can enjoy dancing with wonderful people.
I should know better than to think I can post for the first time in a fortnight and keep it short and quick. I throw up my hands in resignation.
Current Music: Let's Turn Gay, Blue Saracens
~ prattled by Miriam at 3:17 a.m. [+]
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