Ok. found the downside of this blogging thing - daily input. Now, I indulge in knitty and belly thoughts every day. Every day I visually drink in colour, pattern, texture, arrangement of the textiles around me, listen to belly music, roll my belly or flutter or shimmy or hip drop to make a point during a conversation. But every day, I don't write about it. I was a lousy student, a journal writer only when I was squirming with boyfriend angst or existential gobsmackedness. But I sit at a computer every day for anywhere between 15 minutes and hours, and I indulge in the voyeurism of looking at peoples lives (blogs). The thinking was that if I was prepared to look, then I should be prepared to share. But this every day thing.... So last five days - knitting tube socks in creamsicle orange, took delivery of ebay purchase of 3x balls of fancy german sock knitting yarn, brought my sock-knitting to a pool party and promptly lost it under a couch under the backyard tikki hut (though I was reacquainted with a juicy friend who bellydances at this gathering), swam under a night sky lit with fireworks from adjacent backyards and lightening from faraway storms on Canada Day, dragged my red coin scarf around the house as I bemoaned the absence of classes on the long weekend, went to a class yesterday and filled the spiritual belly to speak (and did turn arounds with snake arms while trying to hold a gaze, our khaleegy dance, and camel walks), and ebay delivery of belly dance scarf (made in India) with a teeny swishy bell sound, beaded caps, slave bracelet (yes I'm off ebay for the rest of July). Hope to be able to write in sentences tomorrow. xxx