RealityPivots

I see on other blogs that people use initials, generic identifiers, and other devices to hide people’s identities. The women of Port Townsend are a pushy, brazen lot. My private student Susan sent me the following comment on my last post — which is two weeks old:

Need an update on my progress. A lot has changed in the last 2 weeks!

And when I asked Lisa about writing about her as a denizen of Shedville, she only asked, “Am I going to be famous?”
When Betty MacDonald came to the area and wrote her book, The Egg and I, she embarrassed some locals. I’ll try to avoid that.
And, conveniently, I have favorable news. Susan has made continuing spectacular improvement marred only by actual dancing. She attended her first Practica last week and I placed her under Gary’s wing for a trial tanda. As I watched, he gently led her to three crosses and she missed every one. I started jumping up and down and waving my arms and yelling, “Cross, cross.” Or, so, at least, I remember.
I’ve been a cruel taskmaster since. We’ve spent weeks now with our primary exercise being to operate with no hands. It does focus the attention. She can now stay connected thusly through the cross and ochos and is close to coping with the Ocho Cortado and Molinete.
It’s been extremely interesting for me. I’ve never practiced that exercise so conscientiously. It’s incredibly effective.
Because I was chatting with a visitor from California and mentioned Tango lessons, I now have another student, though she will just have time for a few lessons before she goes back. I’m quite chuffed by these turns of events.
Part of my recent incommunicadiosity was due to growing Spring undergrowth interfering with my WiFi signal. I discovered this ridiculously easy way to make a boom antenna and it worked amazingly well.

Lisa has finished moving in and is starting to fix up her shed. The Building Dept. is considering reclassifying her domicile as a Cabin, given the domestic characteristics it is taking on.

One evening we took a walk down to the bluff.

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Last night we had dinner together (I made lentil soup) and we tangoed together for the first time since some months ago. We danced to three songs and it was very, very nice. She has got a great embrace.

Why would a woman live in a shed?
When Lisa was 11 she discovered Mother Earth News. It had been published for a year and she liked its subject matter so much she got all the back copies.
She likes camping out.
She really, really, wants to have a garden.

I’m in the position of wanting to get the garden ready enough so she can drop the seeds in the ground. I need compost.

It’s very pleasant to look out at night and see a light in the window of Lisa’s cabin.