I just realized I never finished and published my class notes from Wednesday. Derp.
Ummm, yeah. I’m gonna need me to work late tomorrow … and we need to talk about my TPS reports.
To my defense, I got caught up in fall cleaning, opera, and a bunch of other stuff over the past few days. So … um … in short, I’d like to say, “Excuses, etc.,” and leave it at that.
I’m theoretically planning a trip up to Chicago early in November and hoping to catch some classes at the Joffrey … it looks like, due to scheduling, my choices are Intermediate Ballet, Intermediate Ballet, and Intermediate Ballet, so I’m just going to have to hope that Intermediate Class at the Joffrey is comparable to Intermediate Class at Louisville Ballet (which, to be fair, can be pretty challenging, depending on how many company dancers show up on any given day).
Because of an attack of Epic Laziness (aided and abetted by a good, solid, ongoing case of I’m Not Worthy!) this morning, I did not haul my behind out of bed and try Advanced Class.
Given that the Met Live in HD Opera broadcast schedule means I can do either Advanced or Ballet Essentials on opera mornings, I’ve been trying to just bite the bullet and give it a go. I’m probably not really qualified for Advanced class, but I’m not at all certain that I was really qualified for Intermediate class when I first started doing that, either, and we all seem to have survived. Worst thing that could happen is that I go and do barre, completely humiliate myself, bow out before centre, and then weep quietly into my sleeve throughout an entire opera. The best thing that could happen is that (GASP!) I might surprise myself, learn something new, and expand my comfort zone.
That’s a gamble I don’t really mind taking.
As penance (well, okay, really because I was full of caffeine and popcorn), I spent this evening doing traveling chains of cabrioles (which require extensive planning, because my house is tiny, and you kind of have to cabriole around corners a lot) and various kinds of Sissones.
Ballet people, you know you have a really awesome spouse when you can randomly Do All The Sissones in your house’s tiny little hallway and the spouse in question doesn’t even look up and say, “What the heck are you doing in there?”
At this point, though, I think he’s become totally inured to my balletic weirdness (and that thing where sometimes we’re standing around outside a restaurant with friends, and they’re chatting, and I’m thinking about choreography, and randomly start marking out what I’m imagining, kind of thinking out loud with my feet).
So that’s it for now. Autumn is upon us — huzzah!