I are serious Morris dancer.

[changeling]

I'm trying to inject a bit more of a routine into the three workdays of the week I'm home. Part of this will include some exercise (finally!). As part of that this morning, I dusted off my old one kilo handweights and ranted up and down the hall, holding them up as if they were a garland. Oy, my arms ache. But at least if I do this once or twice a week I ought to be able to get to the end of a garland dance and not have my arms want to drop off, even if I've been dancing all day. It will be awesome.

(P.S., I'm dancing not to actual morris music, but to Warren Ellis's 4am #9. I'm on his mailing list, but haven't checked out any of the 4am posts yet. This one was quite awesome. Makes a change from Speed the Plough.)

We danced out at Lavandula Harvest Festival yesterday. It was quite awesome. Perfect morrising weather: only about 25°C. Last year it was in the high thirties, I believe. No fun with black tights and black shirts. Danced two of my favourite dances twice each: Ducks in the Privy as Duck, and think I gave it a reasonably entertaining go both times, in spite of not being in peak morris fitness, and our new dance Aldgate Rant, which I called both times. I called Lancaster, as well. Calling is still novel and scary – I've only ever called one other dance before, and that only once or twice.

Comments

[watersusurrus.livejournal.com]

Proud of you, baby!

[dorukai.livejournal.com]

Lavandula is nifty!
It's weird that lavender chocolate isn't disgusting.