Monday, monday�
7:54 p.m.
The fact that the performers are all in the balcony at the back of the church, out of view of the audience means that there is no need to agonize over what to wear. Anything will do.
After a very hurried lunch, I rushed over to the university to teach my recital student a two-hour lesson. Her accompanist, my friend Vlad, was there too, and we got through two-thirds of her programme, correcting vocal things as well as just plain note and rhythm mistakes. I�m a little concerned that her Gretschen am Spinnrade has so many bloopers in it. Hopefully she�ll put in the practice-room time and fix them.
This exhausting session was followed by a quick shopping trip to stock up on staples, and then my belly dancing class, where we practised arabesques and pirouettes, and I got very dizzy. My teacher did comment that I had good form, though, which was a nice change, considering she�s usually correcting me for bending my knees when I�m not supposed to, keeping them straight when they�re supposed to be bent, and a myriad of other sins. I am trying very hard to keep my abdominal muscles contracted, since I notice a tendency to swayback and I have been experiencing pain due to this imperfection of posture.
Now, after a supper of rotini and pesto and salad (which Hubby made, although I made the pesto last summer) I am super tired and want to drop. But I have Latin verb synopses to complete and miles to go before I sleep.
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