yesterday's activities

Discussion in 'Dancers Anonymous' started by fascination, May 10, 2009.

  1. pygmalion

    pygmalion Well-Known Member

    That is a fine idea. I've been thinking about the balance of my relationship with DS a lot lately, and the idea that perhaps it's time for me to teach him how important it is to reach out and serve others. Some kids just get it; others have to be taught. (Preferably at some time before they are looking for long-term relationships.) DS has beaucoup empathy. He just hasn't learned the joy (and, in the absence of joy, the necessity) of turning empathy into action on others' behalves. Probably my doing, since my love languages are giving of gifts and acts of service. So I give to him and do for him. Perhaps I haven't given him enough opportunity to reciprocate. Hmm.

    Not to whine (Meaning, I am about to whine.) That still won't be down time. I remember down time. It was resting with the complete assurance that, if anything went wrong or DS needed anything, it was covered, so it was okay for me to sleep with both eyes closed. Truly, I got only an occasional glimpse of that when I was married and living with the ex. Most of the time, even then, I didn't have down time, because of the ex's travel schedule and his refusal to participate in parenting except to issue edicts. But, since he left years ago, I have had zero complete mental rest. The days when DS is out of state are better, but they're still not that quietness of mind that says, "It's off your shoulders for a while. Put down your worries and sleep." It's hard to relate, unless you've experienced it. It's single motherhood (and custodianship for an elderly parent or a mentally challenged adult child, I would imagine.) Constant vigilance is exhausting.

    And on a lighter note. I've decided that what I don't like about Bill Maher (I confess; I was up watching more episodes early this morning. What can I say? I'm a political junkie.) is that his show really isn't what it claims to be -- a place where politically informed intellectual people can exchange ideas in an open debate. In my mind, it's more like a reality-TV version of an open debate. IOW NOT an open debate. If I had a staff of folks out scouting the woods for people who think like I do and then surrounded myself with the brightest of the minds that share my view, then added in some folks with opposing views, but not in large enough numbers to actually challenge me, I'd look brilliant (most of the time) too. Hmm. Still enjoy the show. It's a great recap of the week's news. But if I want mental stimulation and challenges to my thought process (which I do) perhaps I should diversify a bit.

    Bright note: In my youtube travels, I rediscovered The Young Turks, another overwhelmingly Democratic, sometimes left wing, political show that's on the web. Much less glitz and a whole lot less show business. As a result, much more real. Love it. Now looking for a right wing show, for balance. Gotta think for myself, right?
  2. samina

    samina Well-Known Member

    If you can find a no-wing show, then you'll really be cookin'... ;)
  3. pygmalion

    pygmalion Well-Known Member

    I'd be glad to take one of those too, if there is such a thing. I LOVE political debate but I believe that a lot of the big issues that face humanity are much bigger than partisanship or patriotism. At least, I think the issues should be seen and addressed as such. *shrug*
  4. j_alexandra

    j_alexandra Well-Known Member

    Meet with dressmaker, who has, indeed, re-made the dress to my spec
    Home; bake bake bake
    Collapse early
  5. j_alexandra

    j_alexandra Well-Known Member


    Work 1-day comp in NY from 7am to after 11pm; 1-day comps usually feel odd to me, kind of comps-on-meth, but this one felt like a "real" comp, lots of enthusiasm and energy, from dancers and audience, both, and any time I can hang out in a room with Jose DeCamps and Emmanuel Pierre-Antoine is a good day; so interesting to watch them doing Latin, not Rhythm, with their pro-am students, on the floor at the same time, very different styles and body types
    Crash until the cat meows me awake around 6, then back to sleep! Me! Back to sleep! Woo hoo!
  6. fascination

    fascination Site Moderator Staff Member

    indeed, that would be a sight
  7. Sagitta

    Sagitta Well-Known Member

    Saturday...hmmm... Worked on play list for my dj gig this coming Tuesday. Was doing a holiday theme first, but upon the death of Luisito Ayala this past week am adding some songs by him, so a mixed theme. (I always try to have a theme in my mind when working out the songs I would like to play for an event.) Also church service, plus couple loads of laundry.
  8. JudeMorrigan

    JudeMorrigan Well-Known Member

    Saturday: Wake up early, run a 5k. Go home, clean up, drive to Nashville, two lessons, dive home. Go grocery shopping, make gingersnap cookie dough and chocolate cookie dough, get both into fridge.
    Sunday: Wake up, head to the studio for rounds. By this point, tired Jude was tired. The rest of the day was a giant blur of cooking, baking and laundry. I'm honestly not sure I even remember it all. My life in non-stop excitement. ;-)
  9. ChaChaMama

    ChaChaMama Well-Known Member

    8:30--We're out of here! (Just me and Child, unfortunately. Husband too sick.)

    Drive to NJ. 11:44-12:53 train in NYC.
    C train to 81st St.
    Annoyingly slow moving line to get into museum.
    1:45-2ish--Meet up with College Friend N and his 5-year-old daughter!
    Tour American Museum of Natural History including Discovery Room, Hall of Human Origins, and Space Hall.
    One of my favorite parts of the day was when College Friend N told his 5-year-old that this guy was your great-great-great-great-great x a few hundred ancestor, and she said "Really?!" in this tone of utter surprise (and possibly incredulity). My friend then said "To be fair, about 60% of the American population agrees with her."
    I also really liked this super cool Christmas tree with origami animal and dinosaur decorations!!! Soooo cool!
    I was not as happy that College Friend was not interested in doing the special exhibits on this day (which cost extra), so we decided to forego them too. He lives in NYC and felt he would rather splurge on this some other time. For us, this will probably be our only shot at those exhibits. But I let it go. The point of the trip was to get together with an old friend, not to maximize what we got to see. (We were also going to get together with College Friend D and his 1-year-old, but D's baby was sick.)

    Friend and I discover that we are reading the same book! (Michael Chabon's Telegraph Avenue.) Funny coincidence. (We did both live in the Bay Area in the 90s, but even so....)

    Dinner at Pizzeria Uno. (Yum...but my stomach was hurting this morning.)

    Got to subway and went to refuel my Metro Card. Realized I left credit card in restaurant. Ran back while College Friend watched the kids! The waiter had kept it for me, yay! Back to subway in nasty cold rain.

    7:13-8:26 PM train to NJ. We just started a new series, Joseph Delany's The Last Apprentice. Spooky! Possibly my favorite part of reading yesterday was when The Spook tells his apprentice he will have to stay by himself in a haunted house overnight. Oh, and he will need to go down to the cellar at precisely midnight. When I got to that part, Child laughed. It was so over the top what everyone dreads that it was actually funny to her! This is what I love about reading together; I don't think I would have perceived that as funny if I had been reading it alone.

    Drove home in less than great conditions (rather foggy), reviving self with caffeine and a York peppermint patty when my energy started to flag, and arrived by midnight.
  10. Peaches

    Peaches Well-Known Member

    Has been an interesting week+...

    Two Fridays ago: work from home, so I can more easily get ready for upcoming vacation. Get news that I did not get promotion. This throws me into something of a funk, so I take the rest of the afternoon off (all 1.5 hours of it, but still). DH does his best to cheer me up. Be funky. Do laundry, etc. Pack, head down to parents' house (they are close to the airport we're flying out of, and we'll be leaving our car there, and our flight is very early in the morning).


    Two Saturdays ago: up early, and then get dropped off at airport by dad. Pay for checking bags, then pay again for a carry-on, because Spirit airlines does not go by regulation-size carry-ons. And, regardless of size, if it has wheels you pay for it. Discover that flight is delayed by four hours. What a fan-effing-tastic start to vacation. Oh well. DH and I take the opportunity to have breakfast and have a drink...or several. Screw it, we're on vacation. Finally arrive in Miami, cab to place we're staying, which happens to be a condo. Pretty nice, actually.

    Relax for a bit, then head to South Beach for people watching, mojitos, and dinner. Walk a bit, talk lots, and end up exhausted by 10pm. Cab back to condo, read a bit, z by 11.


    Two Sundays ago: up early (see: z by 11). Decide to head to Little Havana for breakfast at what seems to be THE place to go for Cuban food: Versailles. Cab driver tells us it's not the best Cuban food in town, but it is the most authentic and certainly The Place To Be. And it is. Have "regular-sized" Cuban sammich, which I love, which is roughly the volume of a football. What that...??? The people-watching is fascinating, particularly the two political people (Cuban President in 2016!) outside. The guy is sidewalk dancing to salsa music, but with taps on his shoes. Beautiful to watch.

    Walk 20 blocks for ice cream at this place I read about that has spectacular ice cream: Azucar. (And they said it was too far to walk. Hah!) Have mango ice cream which is ridiculously rich. Am disappointed that they don't have some of the more exotic flavors available. :-( Walk another 10 blocks or so and then realize that construction is going to make our walk to Bayside much longer than initially planned. Cab to tourist area downtown.

    Sit at a bar drinking yummy frozen drinks and watching football with DH. We have a great time. He teaches me about football, although I retained probably about 20% of it. Also talk more about work situation, as well as other topics. Have dinner nearby, then cab back, z.
  11. Peaches

    Peaches Well-Known Member

    Last Monday: Cruise!!! We get there and have ourselves a ridiculously easy time getting onboard. Immediately make dinner reservations at two of the high-end restaurants on board, as well as for the Chef's Table. Piddle about a bit, then have drinks. People watch, talk endlessly, dance a bit, people watch and talk some more, more talking, then dinner.

    First dinner was at the steakhouse. I have lamb, which was cooked perfectly, and it was wonderful. And salad with pears and blue cheese, which is one of my all-time favorite combinations, and loved it. Discover a new wine that I also really enjoyed: Spellbound petite Syrah. Mmmm... I am surprised at dessert (creme brulee) by a (small--everything is ridiculously expensive on a cruise) bouquet of red roses from DH. Awww... It's bittersweet though, because it was a cheering-up thing regarding the promotion...which really just reminds me of the disappointment again. Eh, whatever. I have more wine. By the end I'm feeling no pain and we go to bed...fairly early, because we're old.


    Tuesday: Grand Bahama Island. We've signed up for a caves and beach shore excursion. Caves are kinda cool, but whatever. But following the caves we walk across the street to Gold Rock Beach. [​IMG]As far as I'm concerned, the entire trip was worth it just for this. Miles of gorgeous white sand, perfect blue water, beautiful skies. Extremely few people. We swim until we're exhausted, and then go back to the beach and just sit and look around and relax and talk and talk and talk. And talk. And then swim again, and then talk some more.

    Get shuttled to a restaurant. Try conch fritters. They're tasty, until I get an actual bit of conch. Plech! We share some grilled mahi-mahi with mango salsa, which makes me a very happy camper. Get shuttled back to ship. We shower and then nap for about two hours. Good times.

    Up, people watching, some drinks, more talking, and then Special Dinner #2: the French restaurant on board. This is even better than last night. Cool salad thingy (hard to describe), our wine from last night, and filet mignon...again done perfectly. Coffee and dessert. Have drinks out on deck, and talk and relax and talk some more. Bed early, because we're old.


    Wednesday: Nassau. The first excursion is a quasi-submarine boat thingy that takes us out to the reefs. Very, very cool. We see a barracuda, some sea turtles, a nurse shark, and all kinds of fishies. Unbelievable. The second excursion is a Segway tour. OK, so tour isn't the best word for it. But we got to play on Segways on the beach and in a park, which is ridiculously fun. And we spend some time talking with the guides about things like taxes and prices and ways of life. Very interesting conversation. DH is beyond thrilled with riding the Segway. :)

    Back to ship, and we have to get ready fairly quickly because the Chef's Table dinner is earlier than usual. It's a group of 11 of us, and it's a 9 course meal with wine pairings. Very tasty...and plentiful *ahem* wine pairings. Come out of it with the only souvenir of the trip: two recipes!!! One is for pickled watermelon, the other is for asparagus soup with cauliflower "flan." Color us ecstatic!

    And then...wait for it...bed early (well, dinner did last for 4.5 hours), because...say it with me...we're old.


    Thursday: Great Stirrup Cay. This is Norwegian's private island. It's kind of tacky, and we're more crammed in more closely than I'd have liked, but after a while the noise fades to a general hum and it's about perfect. Talk and relax and read and relax and talk and talk and relax. And swim, and then swim some more. We start to think about making this an annual tradition, budget permitting. Just saying "eff-a-bunch-a Christmas," with its drama and stress, and spend Xmas swimming in perfect blue water. The idea takes hold...

    Back to ship, shower, nap. Have drinks, people watch, talk, watch, talk, talk, watch. Have dinner. Not at one of the special restaurants this time, but it's still very good. I make a perfect-spot-hitting meal out of soups and salads. Spring mix salad, small bowls of potato leek soup and onion soup, and an empanada (because i NEVER pass up an's a bit of an obsession).

    More watching, talking, talking, drinking, watching, relaxing, talking, drinking, etc.

    Bed know the rest.


    Friday: cruise ends. Getting off the cruise and through customs is an absolute nightmare. DH bought 5 packs of cigarettes on board, because they were about half the price of on shore. I think the maximum you're allowed is either 10 or 20 packs (1 or 2 cartons; 200 or 400 cigarettes); regardless, it's plenty more than what we have. Customs agent gets it in his head that we mean 5 cartons of cigarettes, and argues with us saying it's too much. Oh hell no! I'm tired, I'm irritated (too many idgits around), I had to throw out my roses, and I know I'm bloody well right. We ask him to look at the regs, he won't. He really just does.not.get that packs != cartons. 5 packs = 100 cigarettes. He makes us show him what was purchases, which means digging through our luggage while standing there at the freakin' desk to show him. This is nuts. We show him..."oh...just five packs! I thought you meant cartons. Go ahead." Seriously, dude, get with the effing program. We told you packs, not cartons. Grumblecakes.

    Cab to hotel. DH has to go to training at work. I'm tired and restless and fidgety, which is not a good combo. Watch L&O:SVU on tv, which makes me happy.

    DH comes back. His work has just dropped a bomb on their sales team. Seriously uncool and unprofessional. We all get together and there is much wailing and gnashing of teeth and general venting. Not a good way to end this trip at all. By the end of the night one girl is in tears, two other people are planning on quitting, and the rest are scrambling trying to figure out what to say when they're asked about it (because they will be). One of DH's coworkers gets absolutely hammered (OK, several of them do, but she is BAD); I walk her back to her hotel room, make her drink water, give her advil, help her get into PJs, and put her to bed. At least she's safe. Go back to bar, get talking with another significant other. Enjoy the conversation, if nothing else. It's pretty obvious that everyone is making a concerted effort not to think about things.
  12. Peaches

    Peaches Well-Known Member

    Saturday: Awesome breakfast at a great Jewish deli/bakery/diner around the corner. Again with the awesome people watching. DH and I don't really talk--we're just completely bummed by the recent news, and absolutely not looking forward to the holiday party coming up, and pretending to be happy to be there. We spend the day reading or watching TV.

    Get ready, get shuttle there, and try to enjoy the evening. End up having a deliberately-backburnering OK time. Two people have already started job hunting, and of course there are the intended quitters. Sigh. More good convo with S.O. from the other evening, who tell me to give him and his husband a call when i'm out in Cincy, because they'll show me around and host me and whatnot. That's nice. Drunk coworker from the previous night is nowhere to be found very early in the evening. No goodbyes, no nothing, except for a text saying "I'm fine." This is worrisome.

    Back to hotel. Chat with S.O. while DH and his husband proceed to drink and discuss work things. Thankfully DH isn't too bad off, but his coworker is totally gone. Go to bed around 4am.


    Sunday (yesterday): Breakfast at same place. Check out. Spend day sitting on patio at the hotel (it's a very nice patio) reading. No mood for going out, no mood for talking.

    Discuss xmas, and decide we're opting out this year. We're just not feeling it at all. There will be a small family get together the 22nd with my parents and brother, and then xmas eve dinner with his side of the family which we'll host, but we're not doing xmas. Just...not. And not apologizing for it, either. Bitterness, although we're both very pleased with this year's opt-out.

    Cab to airport, where we discover the absolute horribleness that is Spirit Airlines yet again. One of the most run down and disgusting terminals I've seen yet. Flight home is uneventful.

    Cab to parents' house, get car, drive home. We're pretty loopy, so we end up mostly singing snippits of various songs. Lemme tell you, DH singing "Man, I Feel Like a Woman" is freakin' awesome. He can't sing for [poo], which just makes it that much better.

    Arrive home, cuddle cats lots and lots and lots. Sheets on bed, read, z.
  13. ChaChaMama

    ChaChaMama Well-Known Member

    @Peaches--I saw--and envied--your Food Porn photos on your FB wall. Way to do it!!!! I was also pleased that--even though I couldn't tell exactly where you had been--I correctly IDed Miami as your starting point and the Bahamas as part of the mix.

    I'd love to hear the name of the Jewish deli, if you don't mind sharing. My old favorite South Beach Jewish deli, Wolfie's, closed back in 2001. (This is more heart-breaking than I can describe. It's not just the loss of the terrific food and ambiance; it symbolically reminds me of the passing of my great-grandparents' generation of Miami Jewish people.)

    I'm sorry your DH's bad work news put a pall on what was otherwise a nice vacation. I don't know anyone who deserved one more; you seem like you work very hard.
    I'm also sorry you didn't get your promotion. Hopefully next round!
    -->I would say hugs, but you don't seem like you want a hug so much as a bag to punch (without hurting your neck, of course). So imagine a boxing gloves emoticon here!

    P.S. I recommend Southwest to Fort Lauderdale rather than Spirit to Miami. Still reasonably priced, and no baggage charge. Ft. Lauderdale is not far from Miami...and the car rental facility is right at the Ft Lauderdale airport. I was going to say "I used to go down there a lot, pre-kid" then realized I flew down through Ft. Lauderdale twice this year too. Not so bad!
  14. Peaches

    Peaches Well-Known Member

    It's called Bagel Cove, and it's in Aventura. It was definitely a treat. (And I got halvah for dessert! Twice! I love halvah, but don't find it often. Granted, i don't seek it out. But they had it right at the register!)

    Yeah, I'm disappointed. And worried about DH's job situation. And just generally bummed. Thanks for the punching bag. ;)

    We actually flew into and out of Ft. Lauderdale. As for the airline, we didn't have a choice--DH's company paid for the tickets. Beggars can't be choosers and all that, but next time I'll shell out for the [expletive deleted] upgrade to a decent airline.
  15. fascination

    fascination Site Moderator Staff Member

    Peach... glad for you for the parts that were good....hug
  16. pygmalion

    pygmalion Well-Known Member

    I think it's rotten that they felt that had to announce the bad news during your vacation. Couldn't it have waited until today?
  17. 3wishes

    3wishes Well-Known Member

    DH pops Celtic Women Christmas CD into player first thing in the morning! what the....hmmm
    Then DH turns on Video DVD of Celtic Women Christmas Concert after listening to the entire CD of music while reading paper.
    uhhhhhh. hmmmm.
    I leave run errands. Come home, lunch time,,,he is still listening to Celtic Women Christmas....lalalalalala.
    Ok, Sidenote: for 38 years this is the man who "hates Christmas"...."hates decorating"...."hates shopping"
    If I play Christmas Music of any sort - it better be in the back of the house and not even in the car with him.
    So, I've learned to just wait till he's not around.
    Suddenly....he's all Christmas.....and for hours on end yesterday. With the same group! Did I mention he's also OCD?
    I had to leave, one more round of Celtic Women singing and I was going to scream.
    So, while singing "Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer"....I cleaned up the kitchen.
    DD phones, "mom"..................good conversation.
    DS phones, "mom" please and how do you make Grandmas eggnog? No, we're not driving, staying home so no worries about the eggnog. Well ok then!
    I see on FB pics of me in smooth costume Christmas showcase, eeee gadsssssss,,,,,really? poppin fresh right out of the back straps...
    resolve that weight loss is slow and will stay off....eventually.
    Reservations for excursions on NCL for Bahamas....happy!
    Fall asleep on sofa sitting up in the evening,,,now THAT's a new one. Selpt to the bed,,,don't remember getting there!
  18. Lioness

    Lioness Well-Known Member

    Up at 9. Snooze for a little. Start packing suitcases, plus trip to the shops for more cat food. Amazing housemate is feeding the cats while I'm gone.

    Eat some breakfast...BF doesn't like crumpets. What? Crumpets are the best.

    Drive to mum's house, where we leave my car. Walk to the bus station, and bus into the city. Obtain food. Bus to airport.

    Wander around for a little. Meet up with BF's brother and his GF, who have the babies. Somehow, they don't seem to have grasped that it's boarding time, and are just sitting around eating food. Guys. The plane leaves in 10 minutes. We have to go. Now.

    Eventually get on the plane. Last ones on. Flight involved babies crying and lots of books.

    Meet BF's mum and sister at the airport. Drive home. Realise, sometime that afternoon, that we have about 4 different families here, and way too many children. None of the babies like me anymore, because I'm a stranger now. Sucks.

    Dinner and stuff. Eventual sleep.
  19. pygmalion

    pygmalion Well-Known Member

    Oops. I misread the timing. They dropped the bomb the day you got back. Still sucky, though.
  20. Peaches

    Peaches Well-Known Member

    Yeah, t'was the day we got back. It was, "Come on down for the holiday party! We'll pay for your flight and hotel. Oh, but there's also a couple of days of training. Oh, so here's your training: your pay is getting slashed by a ridiculous amount. Enjoy your weekend! Can't wait to see you at the holiday party!" Not cool, and not conducive to enjoying things. Sigh.

    Up and at 'em. I took the day off to deal with post-trip stuff (read: laundry and groceries, mostly). Decide to be productive and run errands first...and then realize I have no clean clothes. Well, I've got the PBO, but nothing appropriate for wearing out. Do laundry...and realize we left a load in the washer when we left. EWWWWW!!!!! Wash those things first (hot water, 30 minutes of soaking, long cycle, double rinse)...and then get started on the rest of the laundry. Unpack everything and put it away, do christmas shopping online, get thank-you gift to my parents online, piddle a bit, etc.

    Doze off, and wake up to my phone ringing. Have nice chat with my parents, where I tell them we're opting out of xmas this year. (By which I mean, we'll be seeing them on the 22nd, and DH's family on the 24th. We're opting out of stuff on the 25th itself.) Met by hurt and confusion, and confused hurt, and silence. Feel like the world's biggest heel, and perhaps I am. "You mean you aren't going to see your brother's baby at all on Christmas?" What the...??? Kid doesn't give a rat's butt. This is about YOU, not the kid, and not my brother (who doesn't much care). Grr. THIS is partly why we're just not up for high-pressure family festivities on Christmas day. I'm not in the mood to celebrate an effing thing, I'm not in the mood for family drama, and I don't have it in me to feign happiness and merriment. Right now, it's all I can do to hold things together, so this year it's actually going to be about what DH and I want and need, instead of making other people happy and trying (and failing) to fulfill the obligations to everyone else. Grr.

    Needless to say, that phone call did nothing to help my mood, which has been terrible since Saturday. Sink deeper into gloom and funk.

    Go run errands. Drop off dry cleaning, try to pick up phone (get screwed over there--not happy with this store or the company at all), have DH's xmas gift surprise completely ruined by stupid friggin' employees at store, have nails redone, grocery shopping, home, put away groceries.

    Watch Mirror Mirror with DH. Still very much in a funk. Very, very much. Bed. Fitful Z.

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