5/6 of the Way through '07

I guess the highlight of this week is making contact with Phoenix. She has taught gothic bellydance in Salem but has recently moved to Worcester and doesn't have that particular class going anyway. But she's going to work on an original dance piece based on the Bacchae for a springtime performance, and I may be involved with that. It's been running on the New England Bellydance site for a while, and since Subrina and I didn't get others to take kathak/bellydance fusion my Sunday nights are available. I have to make some choices about what I'm doing in the upcoming months. I've given serious thought to course managing at the Maine Media Workshops from January to May, and the office there has my resume on file. I just spent close to a week there in Rockport "acting" in a few class projects. My contribution was on the minimal side, not delivering any lines, just walking or sitting mostly. But who knows whether that job opportunity will come to fruition, or whether other ones will arise in the meantime.

I've been a little TV challenged, and truthfully I didn't have the damn attention span to sit and watch a baseball game. So go ahead and question my fandom. My old boss David Watts was right about me, said next time they hired someone they'd have to make sure they were loyal Sox fans (hell I'm from Virginia, what'd he expect??). I can be mildly entertained by spectator sports on occasion, especially if that game is soccer, but no no loyalty. Yes, David Watts was one of my superiors in Wakefield...go ahead and hum the Kinks' tune. I'd driven home from Maine by myself the day before the game, and it was a mostly sleepless week. I might want to bring my own mattress if I return to Rockport? I'm just getting over an infection I've had for the past two and a half weeks. I thought I could do without a blanket for one night. It had hairs in it and got dyed red in the laundry at the place down the street from the apartment the night that my roommate's sister came to get him to go to the hospital. My landlady had helped me get my window unstuck earlier that day and I thought I'd be warm enough. But no, I ended up pretty ghastly sick with yellow stuff all up in my respiratory tract. The one thing that seems to have been very helpful is called Counter Attack. I picked it up at a health food store in Freeport (aka Shopping Heaven/Shopping Hell) Saturday afternoon. But holy bedding problems, batdude...

I've been a bit busy anyway what with trying to figure out what's going on with my living situation and trying to ignore frantic calls from the psych ward from a guy I didn't give my number to. I did send my baseball freak cousin in DC a text asking if he wanted any souvenirs. I don't think he got that it was my version of Uncle Charlie calling my house from Mineola after the Giants beat the Skins. I kinda knew it wasn't Jimmy's team, although I don't know if he's for the Mets or what. That would rhyme with the Jets. Speaking of souvenirs, there's a game store here in Brookline where I'm temping that has Sox versions of Scrabble and Monopoly. I don't know if they're World Series Sox versions, and I don't know if the theme affects game play. It seems to be a style thing, such as board and tile patterns. Whoop de doo, seems like a bit of hype to me. I don't know what it is, but I've never been a Scrabble aficionado even though I'm quite a word freak. My new game is dominoes, and I think I'm catching on, although catering and Maine got in the way of my entering that fall tournament.

I am royally disappointed to have slept through Halloween, but I had to leave my job a little early yesterday all achy. So my new wave ladybug outfit did not get worn to the theater in Davis Square where they were doing staged radio plays, and it also didn't get worn to dominoes the preceding night at the Penguin since noone else seemed interested. I attended one Halloween party in a very vaguely vampirish getup. I'd been in Salem the day of that party and looked at jewelry to evilize my outfit, and there was cool but pricy stuff. I didn't know many people at the party, but I got better acquainted with Luis, whose new name is "sorra". There were two other people from our soccer game. But what happens to a Halloween costume unworn, does it shrivel up or does it make it to the next holiday, can one manage to drag a cool old idea into the future or does one get badgered and beaten into throwing their possessions out? I wish I'd been up to give out candy to kids, were there any kids under 18 out in my neighborhood, but I didn't hear any doorbell or knocking. Could be that I was out cold.