The AH Coffee Shop and Reading Room 09

The daughter says the three remaining shows are sold out. There were four unsold tickets to the show last night.

Bows were a lot of fun. She got rockstar applause when she walked on (in her grandmother's pearls, though the crowd didn't know that). The daughter's very popular with the dancers and their parents. She wants them to give her loads of money, so that's a good thing.

No classes next week--just business and private lessons--then the competitions season starts in earnest.
 
Finally emptied the storage unit. About half went to charity shops, a third to the tip, and the rest will be moved.

I was telling C about your plight, especially in the context of our next door neighbour moving out as we speak. Their rental truck is being loaded (and obviously unloaded) for the third time today.

Hers is a local move, which I describe as "the worst!" For long distances like yours, there is some angst about holding on to certain things, but you have to lighten the load since it costs real money, and most of it can be replaced with new stuff for less in many cases. In a local move, everything goes with you, and you don't cull what you really should be rid of.

We hope to have a local move (8 blocks!) sometime next year, but we're doing our best - which is not too well, so far - to dispose of things we didn't when we moved here 20 years ago. C is on my case to deal with some of the junk in the garage, "90% of it is yours!" I beg to disagree, but there is nonetheless stuff I could jettison, especially leftovers from the job I retired from 12 years ago. Why am I keeping it?
 
Moving sucks. I presumably will do it again at some point, but I'm in no hurry to encourage that day. It's one of the perks of aging, at least in my experience. I moved basically annually when I was young (18-23). Then I was making it several years at at a time in the same place for twenty years. I've been here over a quarter century now. It will be hard to move.
 
I HATE MOVING!!! (why the hell did I join the military?) but since I got out of the military I moved from Clovis NM, to Minot ND, to Buffalo NY to Denver CO to Jacksonville FL - roughly 5,849 miles... I shoulda stayed in Buffalo.
 
I moved out of my first home a few weeks before my 13th birthday. And I moved around a lot until a couple of months after I turned 14. Moving in with new parental units. We moved from our happy home on 40 acres to a double-wide on 2 acres in central Oklahoma. In 2009, after my 20th birthday, I moved into an apartment (on my own) in OKC. When I met Jo, she moved in with me soon after. In 2012, we moved into her father's house after his death. In 2013, we sold the house and moved back into an apartment in a better part of town. Then, in 2015, we moved back into her Dad's house. The buyers defaulted on the loan (which we were carrying). We bought a new home in 2017 and have lived there ever since.

All of that diatribe, to say, I also hate moving!
 
If it's up to me, the next time I move, it will be in a box carried by others and I won't care about the rest of the stuff scattered will-nilly around this place.
 
I managed to squeeze in another 1K words. Days with 2,000 words are rare, weekends are usually tough for me to find time to write. This is one that feels like it's running on its own and I'm trying to keep up.
I added a few hundred words to Chrissie Weekend in the Bush, but it was mostly just editing. I’ve still got a long way to go.
 
Hey CK! The Lobos beat Air Force 20-3! I checked my phone at intermission and after the ballet. They play San Diego State in Albuquerque for their last game. I think if they beat the Aztecs (against the odds) they'll have at least a share of the conference title.

There was a young woman sitting near me at the ballet who grabbed my attention. She was easily 5' 10" and dressed in next to nothing--a very thin backless dress with maybe a thong under it but nothing more. She had the body to get away with it. I thought she had to be a dancer, so I pointed her out to my daughter and asked if she was an alumnus. She's an eighteen-year-old girl who takes lessons at her studio but doesn't do performances.

Why couldn't I have met someone who looked like that when I was that age?
 
Why couldn't I have met someone who looked like that when I was that age?
I know this answer to this one now!!!

Because of my research into 80s songs, I found the following passage:

She has danced into the danger zone
When the dancer becomes the dance
She's a maniac, maniac on the floor
And she's dancing like she's never danced before
She's a maniac, maniac on the floor
And she's dancing like she's never danced before


I think because you were going to college closer to the 80s, the dancers were becoming the dance and were therefore unavailable for you to meet.

I can post my source if you want, but it's likely to get stuck in your head.
 
Would you all stop talking about the 80's as if it was ancient history or something

Maybe we can get StillStunned to do a writing challenge where we write about the 80s in the style of the prologue to a fantasy novel ("it was written that thou shalt be taken down to the Paradise City, where the grass doth be green and the girls are pretty.")

Edit: call it Writing Challenge 8675309
 
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@TheRedLantern - I remember the 80s with fondness but I don't remember speaking middle English then. Although Modern English did perform the song, "I Melt with You."

It's a beautiful morning and the sun is shining brightly. It's still a little chill but there's no rain in the forecast until after Thanksgiving.

I've got a fresh pot of coffee brewing and the teapot is hot. There are various pastries on the counter along with a sweet potato pie.

I'll be over in the corner working on my story while trying to ignore the slings and arrows of the young whippersnappers who make fun of our music ...
 
I know this answer to this one now!!!

Because of my research into 80s songs, I found the following passage:

She has danced into the danger zone
When the dancer becomes the dance
She's a maniac, maniac on the floor
And she's dancing like she's never danced before
She's a maniac, maniac on the floor
And she's dancing like she's never danced before


I think because you were going to college closer to the 80s, the dancers were becoming the dance and were therefore unavailable for you to meet.

I can post my source if you want, but it's likely to get stuck in your head.
I know the song.
 
The '80s? Not my favorite decade. Dealt with lots of bad shit starting in 1979 which didn't end until '91. The '80s zeitgeist and I did not get along at all. It took a new job, new wife and new city to course correct.

Now I have to put on some music to get Flashdance... What a Feeling out of my head. Gee thanks, guys.
 
which didn't end until '91
No problem. We got you.

ChatGPT, put together a playlist of the catchiest 90s songs. Uh, huh. Uh, huh. Okay. Right, got knocked down and got up again. You're the real Slim Shady. Got it, keep going. Saw the signs. Okay. Barbie girl. What is love, baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me, no more. Just to confirm, that's two "don't hurt me"s?

Edit: I meant that to be fun, not rubbing salt in a sore spot. Apologies if it comes off that way 😅
 
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