Schrodinger's Kittie

Doesn’t have the same ring to it, does it? And zomg, I’m so gonna kick your hind end if you don’t know what I’m referring to. However, just to be on the safe side. Years ago when the dinosaurs roamed the earth, a book was put out called Fahrenheit 451. It was written by Ray Bradbury and published in 1953. By the way, the book has absolutely nothing to do with temperature – the title just seemed appropriate with the temperature in Austin hitting 105 yesterday (and supposed to again today). What can I say…I’m a loon. We know this. It’s a well established fact.

My little cousin’s sweater is moving along nicely. I’d put myself about 40% complete at this point in time. If I’m lucky, I’ll get it done before the Olympics kick off and I have to focus on my own sweater. I’m set to finish that sweater in the time frame of the Olympics…start to finish – I pick up my sweater on Friday evening and am to have it completed by the end of the Olympics. We’ll see if I can manage it.

Thanks to the girls at LSSK, I should be able to track down the pattern tonight (they remembered the binder I put the pattern in – is that not completely amazing?) and the yarn has been beaten into submission…and the needles are quietly in place just waiting for the big event to begin.

I did laundry all day Sunday. Not joking. I am really bad about putting off laundry – even though the washer and dryer are in the detached garage. See, if they are in the house, I’m really good about getting it done. But make me have to step outside the house and it gets iffy. So…about 6 loads of laundry later (we will not discuss how much of a clothes horse this makes me, right?) I finally hit the bottom of the pile. While putting stuff up, I ran out of hangers. This prompted me to do something I’ve been intending to do for ages. I pruned my closet. Not my winter stuff, that’s still packed away. Hush, you.

Anyway, I started going through and pulling out items that I never wear…or was able to admit to myself that I’d never be able to wear again. Two boxes later, my closet was still full – but I had enough hangers. I have one or two more items I’m pretty sure I can pack up – then it’s off to SVdP with it all. Most of the salwaar-kameez that I have not made myself are going. They are just too dressy for what I do now days. A shame, but I’m sure someone will love them. Lots and lots of t-shirts, some shoes, jeans, a smaller corset, etc have all hit the good-bye bin.

I really need to get them out for the big stuff, too. Like the bikes, the washing machine, the 3-station gym, etc. Lots of stuff, I agree.

Dancing was nearly painful this weekend. Two of my partners weren’t around. I hadn’t realized how much I depended on W for my one-stepping. And D was gone this weekend as well. I don’t get to dance with him as much as with W – but, he still makes up a significant portion of my dancing time. With both of them gone, it was an eye opener. I actually asked a complete unknown to dance.

Ok, you don’t understand. In my upbringing – a woman does NOT ask someone she doesn’t know to dance. Um…that makes me sound older than I am – but, it’s reality. It just feels bad, wrong, completely inappropriate. Anyway, he agreed and *blinks* he’s a um…strong…lead. He literally picked me up a time or two. I’m no lightweight. I liked him, though I’m not sure I’d be too keen on dancing with him often.  It was an interesting experience and definitely not difficult to follow.

It wound up to the point, after B left for the night, that I started dancing with H (B’s daughter). Yes. I was dancing with another woman. She’s a darn fine lead, too. I’d dance with her again. The only awkward thing was that I literally tower over her.

Saturday night wasn’t quite so bad. I had one or two guys I’ve seen there regularly who have gotten the “ok nod” from B. B looks out for me and warns me of the people to avoid, etc. He’s a good guy. Anyway, so I got a few more dances on Saturday night. However, not nearly as many as I am used to.

Another thing to note is that I did not care for the DJ the last two nights either. Also, I was dressed up a lot more than normal both nights. It’s a guarantee that when I dress up, I will not be approached. The more “down” I dress, the more I am approached. I have not quite figured this one out, yet. Guys are weird.

But, B had said that the crew dresses up on the first Friday – so dress up I did. I looked pretty darn good too. Not to mention, ironically, B and I matched – so it looked really good when we danced together. I had on my white dress with the gold, silver and copper sequins, my swing dancing shoes (the ones I have to carry in) and I actually wore my pearls and gold jewelry. I got lots and lots of compliments from the regular crew. So, it was good. I felt good about myself and that’s always a good thing.

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