Curtains, please!

I'm pleased to report that my recital went swimmingly and I'm very happy with how my solo turned out, in spite of the fact that I'd been dancing all day.

We had to be at the museum at 9, you see, to rehearse the afternoon show, which was for the little ones, though us big girls did a few of our dances as well. The girlies were hideously cute, as they always are, and there were the usual slip-ups, such as one girl's skirt falling off just as her dance was about to begin -- so she ran into the wings, found it couldn't be fixed, and rushed back out on stage to join the others.

It was weird, like living in a looping reality of rehearsal, show, rehearsal, show, dance, dance, dance. By the time we'd finished rehearsing the evening show, around 6 o'clock, some of us were seriously wondering how on earth our legs would find the energy to do it all over again. During that time, I managed to rest a bit; I couldn't sleep, with all the noise and activity around me, but I found a couch to lie down on and closed my eyes, quickly falling into that strange liminal state where the body is asleep but the mind isn't. I felt much better afterwards.

Now, I have to make a salad and head to rehearsal for my other show.

It's raining exhaustion, hallelujah!

In the middle of washing my dishes, I discovered that the edge of my counter was teeming with ants. Now I'm not sure if my orange-scented cleaning product is bad for them or if I just drowned them (I doused them little bastards good!), but I sprayed all along the back of my cupboards for good measure and my mother promised me ant-killing something or other for tomorrow. On the bright side, kneeling inside my cupboards led to the discovery of a wooden spoon wedged right up underneath the counter-top. I can't remember buying it, but something tells me that the previous tenant would never have left a spoon that clean. Also, I can't believe I moved into my own place without a wooden spoon. I must have misplaced it soon after moving in, for it doesn't looks used at all and I remember thinking a few times that a wooden spoon might be a useful thing to have.

Today was my first real day of summer -- I mean, I actually spent time outside! In the sun! I even went swimming! These past few weeks I've been cooped up inside on weekends, pretty much all because of dance-related activities and it feels positively glorious for that to be over and done with. Now I can put all those sewing-for-myself ideas that have been germinating in my mind to the test.