end of august, end of august???? why it was only weeks ago that it was deep winter and I was wondering what work prospects would come in the spring, only days ago that I wrote my last confession to this blog, only hours ago that I went to my last mid-week dance class before I traded in the leisure (I use that word loosely) for employment. Yeah, I just got a job! But d*rn, summer is over. But, I've been dancing or rehearsing most days, and I have seventeen pairs of socks to show for all my time off! I got five years of tax returns done, ripped my way through ten feet of magazine piles and pulled the most beautiful images, had my house parged and stuck back together with cement goop, had good swims with good friends, travelled to Paris, walked the beach boardwalk early in the morning (more mornings than in the past ten years combined), rode my bike in the ravine, saw movies, figured out the cabling and connections on my TV so I could get an HD signal, wrote a letter that was twenty years late, held my cat when he was sick, learned how to use my serger again, danced and listened to music after years of putting it in the background and forgeting that I ever knew how to move, sorted my shirts by mood and colour, bought a lot of wool and even more sock wool, went to DKC meetings, went to my book club meetings (and read the books before), bought a sari every time I went out to lunch for Indian food, baked pistachio biscotti again, talked to my sister most everyday, indulged in good cheese, road-tripped to Montreal et environs, commenced a correspondence with a long lost relative, archived pictures, made movies, and suduko'ed my brain off.

Wish I had written more here... but this month has been crazy busy, like I always wonder at this point in my between gig status how anyone can work and get anything done. But very soon I'll be back to that life, 70hour weeks, time at home to sleep, have a coffee and do a few rows. But August... I worked on a friend's short film (or was the July?), my cat got sick and almost died, I went to a friend's cottage on Lake Huron, and I danced or rehearsed almost every day, and until my walking pal went back to work I was walking with her most mornings. And I bought enough wool from Briggs & Little to knit twelve pairs of work socks, a nostalgic favourite of mine. And that was the month?!?! Nothing like a deadline. Five days before I have to be back; and in that time I will sew a belly dance bra, a modern Egyptian cabaret narrow slit skirt, embelish said items with all the glittery bits I can fit on them. And put everything away. And sundry administrative tasks. And a visit to the ex. And try to do better on living the next go around on my show. Stay tuned.