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We had our weekly Practica last night, Tuesday, and I got my first chance in more than a month to dance with Randy. It was totally satisfying and yet matter of fact. We’ve become accustomed to the fact that we dance with complete communication and connection. One aspect that is unique for me is that she responds to my accelerations and decelerations in the moment. I can stretch out a phrase by going through it at speed and then play with the final ending in a way that emphasizes the end of one phrase and preparing to pick up the start of the next. Ah, bliss.
We had 26 people at Practica last night. The most in a long time. It was satisfying to feel that big dance space fill up more.
This Sunday I’ll host another edition of Milonga de los Bravos at Shedville.
Student Susan and I went to the First Thursday Milonga at Manresa Castle last week as part of her continuing introduction to the PT tango scene. The good news is that she enjoyed the social element; the bad news is that she forgets everything she has learned when she steps onto a dance floor for real. It was excruciating (and funny — because she has a wicked sense of humor and I could see her rolling her eyes and cringing) to see her step out and immediately lose any idea of how to respond to the lead to the cross. I’m a BIG believer in the importance of muscle memory and I’m racking my brain on how to bring that to the fore in her case and bypass her reliance on thought processes that, I assume, are blocked by stage fright.
My gardener and I went off in her pickup truck, a handy addition to Shedville, and picked up Magic Dirt from a farm in Chimacum. It is very endearing to watch her get all excited about good dirt and improvements in the garden, but it was a trial to drive her truck. I was driving because my insurance covers me as a driver and she doesn’t have the truck covered just her car. She bought the truck new in ‘89 and has the most persnickety attitude about not lugging the engine. Geez, loosen up gal, the thing is 19 years old. Mr. Mellow was strained.
In the ancient tradition of cleaning up the house before the house cleaner arrives so they don’t think you are a slob, I’ve been working steadily in the garden doing the ground breaking work, clearing weeds, to prepare for planting seeds. (Lisa’s busy until the end of June taking a full course of college classes, and working and spending time on a separate course devoted to Focusing.)
She does have time to drop some potatoes in the ground:

From Lisa.garden.shed

From Lisa.garden.shed

I’m adding a new open air shed to the garden area. I prepared by removing a dead Madrona and the Fir it was leaning against a while ago. Now I’ve put up some lumber to sketch in the design and decide on fittedness.

From Garden shed

I didn’t have anything specific in mind when I started the project but now I’m having visions of a high ceilinged space with tomato plants that aren’t ripe in time, hanging and drying out of the rain, and bunches of herbs hanging.
I’m planning a new map of Shedville so I dug out the Plat map and made some fotos to manipulate in construction of a template.

From Tibbals Lake …

Cheers.