ok, so i just went back over my post history, and discovered some interesting news.
1. The post with the most comments this month was the one about Twilight.
2. In general posts with pictures get alot of comments.
3. The most comments of all are encouragement on posts about my thesis. Thanks guys!
Stay tuned for more posts with pictures, cuz i been sewing. And i guess a few more on the thesis too, i still have to defend that beast. in less than 19 days. holy #$%^!
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
New Shoes!
What can beat the joy of buying new shoes?!
Especially shoes whose colour is called "beet red"?!
I got these, they fit like socks. So cool.
Look out Victoria! I coming at you with pink* shoes!
(my dad tells me they are not pink, "they are more beautiful than pink")
Especially shoes whose colour is called "beet red"?!
I got these, they fit like socks. So cool.
Look out Victoria! I coming at you with pink* shoes!
(my dad tells me they are not pink, "they are more beautiful than pink")
No, you can't see my crawlspace!
There have been a few weird questions in the process of selling our house, maybe not always the questions themselves, but by whom, and how they have been asked. We even had a guy with a german accent come into our backyard when we were sitting around outside and yell "This house have basement?" at us.
But the most frustrating is the insistance that we must have a crawlspace somewhere, and people would like to see it. they want to see the condition of the floor joists and how the dirt floor has been treated.
We have no crawlspace. anywhere. most of our house is build on concrete slabs.
I can understand where they think we might have one. Our house is sidesplit-ish, in that the basement is only under the bedrooms, and you have to go up four steps to get upstairs, and down eight to get to the basement. having played for endless hours in the crawlspace at my best friend's sidesplit across the street, i understand that most sidesplits have a crawlspace. they also usually have at least two levels on each "side", basement and kitchen/living room on one side, garage/recroom and bedrooms on the other side. our other "side" is only one floor, with additions made onto the back of the house. And our other "side" is build entirely on concrete slabs. There might be space for a worm to crawl around underneath, but there are definitely no floor joists!
I remember the real estate agent asked about a crawlspace when she was looking at the house, and my parents gave some vague "not really" answer, likely because we have always called the cupboard under the basement stairs a "crawlspace". This is perhaps the source of confusion, since it is she that continues to send us questions about the crawlspace.
I never knew there could be so many questions about a feature that our house doesn't even have but people insist we must!
But the most frustrating is the insistance that we must have a crawlspace somewhere, and people would like to see it. they want to see the condition of the floor joists and how the dirt floor has been treated.
We have no crawlspace. anywhere. most of our house is build on concrete slabs.
I can understand where they think we might have one. Our house is sidesplit-ish, in that the basement is only under the bedrooms, and you have to go up four steps to get upstairs, and down eight to get to the basement. having played for endless hours in the crawlspace at my best friend's sidesplit across the street, i understand that most sidesplits have a crawlspace. they also usually have at least two levels on each "side", basement and kitchen/living room on one side, garage/recroom and bedrooms on the other side. our other "side" is only one floor, with additions made onto the back of the house. And our other "side" is build entirely on concrete slabs. There might be space for a worm to crawl around underneath, but there are definitely no floor joists!
I remember the real estate agent asked about a crawlspace when she was looking at the house, and my parents gave some vague "not really" answer, likely because we have always called the cupboard under the basement stairs a "crawlspace". This is perhaps the source of confusion, since it is she that continues to send us questions about the crawlspace.
I never knew there could be so many questions about a feature that our house doesn't even have but people insist we must!
Friday, May 22, 2009
Portents
Things are weird around here. Very weird. Its starting to look like signs of something. What, I have no idea.
1. We have a skunk wandering around our backyard. It is 10 am, and we have a skunk wandering around, seemingly very contented with having the garden to himself. He is taking his time exploring. Sort of trotting around like Pepe Le Pew. We called the Humane Society, and since he is not acting weird other than being up past his bedtime, they suggested playing the radio really loudly. The station mom got doesn't really come through, so it sounds like we have the adults from Peanuts broadcasting really loudly in our house.
2. I found my way around Toronto without a map. In fact, I found my way to a movie theatre that I vaguely remembered the placement of from 3 years ago.
3. I saw a 3D movie. I was actually able to watch it! previous incarnations of 3D glasses with each lens a different colour never worked for me because of the way my eyes focus. The colours never blended properly and the picture just ended up looking like nothing. very annoying. so I saw Coraline, which was good, but made taking the subway a bit difficult afterward.
4. My brother agreed to go out to dinner with me. My brother never wants to do anything with just me. Especially in his Toronto! We also ordered food that involved sharing and he made sure I got my fair share even though I was slower than him. Plus he let me have another order of onion rings. Who was that nice man and how long can we keep him?
5. I am going to defend my thesis. In what world is C, the grand high ruler of Procrastination, done her thesis? what manner of trickery is this?
6. I still have no job. This was not part of the plan. I was supposed to finish my thesis and have a great job to show off at my defense! grrrrrr. kick in the ass for daring to have some vanity.
7. My parents are selling our house. We have lived here my entire life.
Ok, seven signs of the apocalypse. I just wish I knew what was comming. I really hope it is good.
1. We have a skunk wandering around our backyard. It is 10 am, and we have a skunk wandering around, seemingly very contented with having the garden to himself. He is taking his time exploring. Sort of trotting around like Pepe Le Pew. We called the Humane Society, and since he is not acting weird other than being up past his bedtime, they suggested playing the radio really loudly. The station mom got doesn't really come through, so it sounds like we have the adults from Peanuts broadcasting really loudly in our house.
2. I found my way around Toronto without a map. In fact, I found my way to a movie theatre that I vaguely remembered the placement of from 3 years ago.
3. I saw a 3D movie. I was actually able to watch it! previous incarnations of 3D glasses with each lens a different colour never worked for me because of the way my eyes focus. The colours never blended properly and the picture just ended up looking like nothing. very annoying. so I saw Coraline, which was good, but made taking the subway a bit difficult afterward.
4. My brother agreed to go out to dinner with me. My brother never wants to do anything with just me. Especially in his Toronto! We also ordered food that involved sharing and he made sure I got my fair share even though I was slower than him. Plus he let me have another order of onion rings. Who was that nice man and how long can we keep him?
5. I am going to defend my thesis. In what world is C, the grand high ruler of Procrastination, done her thesis? what manner of trickery is this?
6. I still have no job. This was not part of the plan. I was supposed to finish my thesis and have a great job to show off at my defense! grrrrrr. kick in the ass for daring to have some vanity.
7. My parents are selling our house. We have lived here my entire life.
Ok, seven signs of the apocalypse. I just wish I knew what was comming. I really hope it is good.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Worst Interview Ever
I had an interview for the job that I have already written 3 exams for yesterday. If I somehow make it past the interview, then I will have to do the language exam. And then If i pass that, I will be placed in a pool of qualified candidates from which to hire over the next 18 months.
I don't think I will make it to the language exam.
I was nervous. My mind went blank. And finally, I read one of the questions wrong.
I read it wrong, and then when the man tried to gently pull my answer in the right direction, I looked at him like he had three heads and was thinking "Why the hell is he asking me that?!", when I looked down at the question and my brain highlighted the words I hadn't seen before. Things kinda fell apart after that.
I'm not sure I really want to work for them anyway, but it would have been nice to be eliminated over something I have no control over, rather than my own stupidity.
Sigh.
I don't think I will make it to the language exam.
I was nervous. My mind went blank. And finally, I read one of the questions wrong.
I read it wrong, and then when the man tried to gently pull my answer in the right direction, I looked at him like he had three heads and was thinking "Why the hell is he asking me that?!", when I looked down at the question and my brain highlighted the words I hadn't seen before. Things kinda fell apart after that.
I'm not sure I really want to work for them anyway, but it would have been nice to be eliminated over something I have no control over, rather than my own stupidity.
Sigh.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Sorry, but yech
I finally had a night to myself this weekend, and got to watch whatever silliness I wanted to, so I rented Twilight, just because there is so much buzz about it, and I like to be informed on these issues. Especially when they involve vampires.
I was very disappointed.
First of all, dude was creepy, and not in the usual illicitly sexual way that most vampires have. Just plain ol' creepy. Really, what did she see in him? What does anyone see in him? He wasn't even good looking. He looked better in the Harry Potter movie, but even then he was incipid. Really, all of the vampires left something to be desired. not one was nearly scary enough. the one who was supposed to be scary, "the tracker", was as scary as they got, and even then, you got the giggling undercurrent of "I have seen you as an awkward teen actor!"
Can you tell I didn't like it? I don't even remember any of the character's names!
There really wasn't enough character development, or even plot development, or even the usual "This is how vampires are made in this reality" explanation. Except the bit when he is shiny and then he abandons her at the top of the mountain. I would not have gone up in a tree with him after that for fear that he would go off in a huff and leave me 200 feet up! but apparently girly doesn't think that far ahead. and what was up with her? she looked a little "slow" sometimes.
anyway, the group of normal kids was the best part of the movie really, but the poor kids didn't get any character development.
Oh well. Sorry Twilight, I'm just not that into you.
****Update: Lynn Crosbie has written a rather scathing opinion on the cult of Edward in the Globe and Mail this morning****
I was very disappointed.
First of all, dude was creepy, and not in the usual illicitly sexual way that most vampires have. Just plain ol' creepy. Really, what did she see in him? What does anyone see in him? He wasn't even good looking. He looked better in the Harry Potter movie, but even then he was incipid. Really, all of the vampires left something to be desired. not one was nearly scary enough. the one who was supposed to be scary, "the tracker", was as scary as they got, and even then, you got the giggling undercurrent of "I have seen you as an awkward teen actor!"
Can you tell I didn't like it? I don't even remember any of the character's names!
There really wasn't enough character development, or even plot development, or even the usual "This is how vampires are made in this reality" explanation. Except the bit when he is shiny and then he abandons her at the top of the mountain. I would not have gone up in a tree with him after that for fear that he would go off in a huff and leave me 200 feet up! but apparently girly doesn't think that far ahead. and what was up with her? she looked a little "slow" sometimes.
anyway, the group of normal kids was the best part of the movie really, but the poor kids didn't get any character development.
Oh well. Sorry Twilight, I'm just not that into you.
****Update: Lynn Crosbie has written a rather scathing opinion on the cult of Edward in the Globe and Mail this morning****
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Thesis Date!
Please think of me on Wednesday June 15th at 10 am.
It is then that I will be thrown to the Hounds of the Baskerville.
Come and watch if you are in Victoria! I promise an entertaining time. I might even pass out!
****Update: Ok, so, since Wednesday June 15th 2009 does not exist, my thesis defence is actually Monday June 15th.******
It is then that I will be thrown to the Hounds of the Baskerville.
Come and watch if you are in Victoria! I promise an entertaining time. I might even pass out!
****Update: Ok, so, since Wednesday June 15th 2009 does not exist, my thesis defence is actually Monday June 15th.******
Monday, May 11, 2009
Guess what we got stuck in!
Sunday was a pretty good Mother's Day. I sang a solo in church, we went in to Toronto to visit with my brother, my brother and i cooked dinner. It was great. Until we went to leave.
We left my brother's house at 8pm. We did not get back to Guelph until 11pm. The trip is usually an hour and a half max.
Why the delay? well, the Tamil Tigers decided to walk onto the Gardiner Expressway and block all traffic into the downtown core. (here's a newspaper report). Guess which road we take to get home from my brother's? They also blocked University Ave. protesting at Queen's Park, and as a result of all this, the police closed the Don Valley Parkway so that they could move emergency vehicles around. Traffic was bumper to bumper and we were all locked into going around in circles. All routes that were designed to get people out of that part of the city were blocked.
Every way we tried, we inched along with the rest of the traffic, until we all discovered that the way was blocked by a police cruiser four blocks down. We were on the phone with my brother trying to find a way out of the city. It was like a highspeed police chase in an action movie, only really slow, and infinitely frustrating.
I respect the cause that they are protesting and I can understand the strain and desperation they feel trying to save their families in Sri Lanka when no one is listening to them. But when you come around the same corner for the fifth time and encounter more Tamil-Canadians going towards the protest laughing, with their children skipping along beside them like it is an outing to the park, you lose respect for the protest.
But you remain in awe of the organization. There were almost 3 thousand people on the Gardiner, and another couple of thousand at Queen's Park and the American Consulate. To organize a protest of that magnitude without the authorities knowing is impressive. Even more impressive is that there were no visible Tamil leaders to negotiate with.
Even scarier was that it was so easy to quickly and effectively shut down downtown Toronto.
We left my brother's house at 8pm. We did not get back to Guelph until 11pm. The trip is usually an hour and a half max.
Why the delay? well, the Tamil Tigers decided to walk onto the Gardiner Expressway and block all traffic into the downtown core. (here's a newspaper report). Guess which road we take to get home from my brother's? They also blocked University Ave. protesting at Queen's Park, and as a result of all this, the police closed the Don Valley Parkway so that they could move emergency vehicles around. Traffic was bumper to bumper and we were all locked into going around in circles. All routes that were designed to get people out of that part of the city were blocked.
Every way we tried, we inched along with the rest of the traffic, until we all discovered that the way was blocked by a police cruiser four blocks down. We were on the phone with my brother trying to find a way out of the city. It was like a highspeed police chase in an action movie, only really slow, and infinitely frustrating.
I respect the cause that they are protesting and I can understand the strain and desperation they feel trying to save their families in Sri Lanka when no one is listening to them. But when you come around the same corner for the fifth time and encounter more Tamil-Canadians going towards the protest laughing, with their children skipping along beside them like it is an outing to the park, you lose respect for the protest.
But you remain in awe of the organization. There were almost 3 thousand people on the Gardiner, and another couple of thousand at Queen's Park and the American Consulate. To organize a protest of that magnitude without the authorities knowing is impressive. Even more impressive is that there were no visible Tamil leaders to negotiate with.
Even scarier was that it was so easy to quickly and effectively shut down downtown Toronto.
Friday, May 8, 2009
Grace in Small Things: Day 1
Ok, I will finally break down and jump on the Grace in Small Things bandwagon. We shall see how long I stick with it. For those of you who don't know, you make a list of five things you are greatful for each day in order to look on the bright side of life.
1. Babies. A friend has been over helping get our house ready to go on the market on Monday, and she brings her 7 month old son with her. He is such a chubby cheerful baby! Who can resist a baby who smiles and giggles and makes rasberries all day! I have been doing much baby stealing.
2. A house to myself. i am housesitting for three weeks. Just having my own bed in an actual bedroom is a luxury. So nice to be able to watch what I want on TV for as long as I want at night. What's even better is that I don't have to make dinner for myself!
3. Job possibility. I had a phone interview on Tuesday, and got a call today to arrange to go down to meet the supervisor next Wednesday. This job would involve the need for a car and to convince a cousin that she wants a roomate for the summer. But it would mean the opportunity to help create a museum from the bottom up, so awesome!
4. More job possibilities. The job that I have written three exams for so far finally wants me to come in and do and interview! I it is in Toronto! I don't have to go all the way to Ottawa! This is a permanent full time job with the Fed Gov, so fingers crossed!
5. Finished! I am done my thesis, I have the names for my final two readers, and I will be defending sometime after June 8th. I am pretty sure my advisor just went into the department office and said "Who's around this summer?" cause my other two readers are an environmental historian and someone in women's studies.
1. Babies. A friend has been over helping get our house ready to go on the market on Monday, and she brings her 7 month old son with her. He is such a chubby cheerful baby! Who can resist a baby who smiles and giggles and makes rasberries all day! I have been doing much baby stealing.
2. A house to myself. i am housesitting for three weeks. Just having my own bed in an actual bedroom is a luxury. So nice to be able to watch what I want on TV for as long as I want at night. What's even better is that I don't have to make dinner for myself!
3. Job possibility. I had a phone interview on Tuesday, and got a call today to arrange to go down to meet the supervisor next Wednesday. This job would involve the need for a car and to convince a cousin that she wants a roomate for the summer. But it would mean the opportunity to help create a museum from the bottom up, so awesome!
4. More job possibilities. The job that I have written three exams for so far finally wants me to come in and do and interview! I it is in Toronto! I don't have to go all the way to Ottawa! This is a permanent full time job with the Fed Gov, so fingers crossed!
5. Finished! I am done my thesis, I have the names for my final two readers, and I will be defending sometime after June 8th. I am pretty sure my advisor just went into the department office and said "Who's around this summer?" cause my other two readers are an environmental historian and someone in women's studies.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
This is what happens when i am not home
My friend QWP wrote about the interesting flavours that happen when you combine the wrong ingredients last week, and i laughed and laughed.
and then it happened to us this week.
I arrived at my parent's house from my housesitting gig for dinner last night and when we sat down for dinner my mom said "Let me tell you what I did to our dinner tonight."
Not exactly what you want to hear.
Apparently, she made a new hamburger recipe last night. Morrocan hamburgers, so they had morrocan spices, like cinnamon and cumin etc.
It also called for bulgur. She didn't have bulgur but she thought she had some couscous, and so she found the bag and added what was left.
We don't have any couscous in the house. We used it all up in a recipe for passover.
So, what did my mom add to our hamburgers you ask?
Coarse Sugar.
Which went really well with the cinnamon that was already in the hamburgers.
It was kinda like apple pie with hamburger meat. It wasn't bad, just kinda weird.
And nothing that a diabetic should have been eating!
and then it happened to us this week.
I arrived at my parent's house from my housesitting gig for dinner last night and when we sat down for dinner my mom said "Let me tell you what I did to our dinner tonight."
Not exactly what you want to hear.
Apparently, she made a new hamburger recipe last night. Morrocan hamburgers, so they had morrocan spices, like cinnamon and cumin etc.
It also called for bulgur. She didn't have bulgur but she thought she had some couscous, and so she found the bag and added what was left.
We don't have any couscous in the house. We used it all up in a recipe for passover.
So, what did my mom add to our hamburgers you ask?
Coarse Sugar.
Which went really well with the cinnamon that was already in the hamburgers.
It was kinda like apple pie with hamburger meat. It wasn't bad, just kinda weird.
And nothing that a diabetic should have been eating!
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Forget one little thing.....
I am currently housesitting for friends who have a cat.
Tigger is a very good cat most of the time, especially if there is the potential for the involvment of food that will go into his tummy. Make any move during the day and he is convinced that it is dinner time. Even if you have only just fed him a few minutes before.
He generally ignores you for most of the day, unless you are having a bad day, and then he curls up on your lap.
But in the time when the promise of food is imminent, he is infinitely affectionate. He curls around and around your feet (stopping your progress to the food, but he has to make it look like he is good and deserves it). He'll jump up onto the counter and rub his head on your chin while you are trying to get out some kibbles. If you pick him up, he will give you a big hug, one paw on either shoulder, and purring, rub his head on your face. so sweet. I admit that during my bad day yesterday, i got up a few extra times just to get some kitty love. shameful, i know.
anyway, he has issues with food first thing in the morning. he is so excited about the morning that he can get a little sick sometimes. so first thing, he only gets 5 kibbles and no water until his tummy settles.
this morning, i was very tired, and forgot to take away his water, and then promptly went back to bed.
I thought all his meowing was to get the rest of his food, so i burrowed further under the covers, until he came in, and yaked up some spit on my carpet.
I eventually located no less than 8 spots of cat puke. 8! from 5 little kibbles! He even puked on the window! luckily it was mostly just clear liquid and half chew kibbles, but still! ewwww! and 4 of them were on the only little patch of carpet in the house of course!
cats are gross. i am imminently greatful that rabbits can't puke. i just wish they would cuddle more. the warm purring cat makes a much better water bottle.
Tigger is a very good cat most of the time, especially if there is the potential for the involvment of food that will go into his tummy. Make any move during the day and he is convinced that it is dinner time. Even if you have only just fed him a few minutes before.
He generally ignores you for most of the day, unless you are having a bad day, and then he curls up on your lap.
But in the time when the promise of food is imminent, he is infinitely affectionate. He curls around and around your feet (stopping your progress to the food, but he has to make it look like he is good and deserves it). He'll jump up onto the counter and rub his head on your chin while you are trying to get out some kibbles. If you pick him up, he will give you a big hug, one paw on either shoulder, and purring, rub his head on your face. so sweet. I admit that during my bad day yesterday, i got up a few extra times just to get some kitty love. shameful, i know.
anyway, he has issues with food first thing in the morning. he is so excited about the morning that he can get a little sick sometimes. so first thing, he only gets 5 kibbles and no water until his tummy settles.
this morning, i was very tired, and forgot to take away his water, and then promptly went back to bed.
I thought all his meowing was to get the rest of his food, so i burrowed further under the covers, until he came in, and yaked up some spit on my carpet.
I eventually located no less than 8 spots of cat puke. 8! from 5 little kibbles! He even puked on the window! luckily it was mostly just clear liquid and half chew kibbles, but still! ewwww! and 4 of them were on the only little patch of carpet in the house of course!
cats are gross. i am imminently greatful that rabbits can't puke. i just wish they would cuddle more. the warm purring cat makes a much better water bottle.
Friday, May 1, 2009
Beltane, or the time I let my inner hippy out to play
Happy May Day everyone! I hope it is a nice day where you are, we have had moments of sun here, which is very good compared to the torrential rains of the past few days. The grass is green and the trees are blooming their little green fuzzies. There are a few magnolias out as well. Geee!
It brings to mind a May Day a few years ago (actually almost 10 years ago, but we won't talk about that)
My friends were taking "World Religions" together, and part of the requirements for the course was to research a holy festival of a world religion as a small group and present it to the class, complete with costumes and food and activities. So much fun to spend class time eating and singing and playing games!
anyway, one of the girls in my group of friends had a mother who was a pagan and a white witch, so we decided to do a pagan festival, and the one my friend liked the most, and the one that we would actually be able to attend before the end of the semester, was Beltane and May Day. We were very excited and had alot of fun researching and got very into our topic. we even got to have a sleepover so that we could attend Beltane in the evening and May Day at dawn the next day.
Beltane is the night before, and I don't really remember much of the significance, mainly because it was 10 years ago, and i had smacked my head very hard right before we were to go, but it did involve jumping over a fire as a kind of spiritual cleansing. You haven't seen anything until you have seen a bunch of women in long hippy skirts jumping over a fire. no one caught fire, luckily.
My friend's mother, and the mothers of a number of the kids we knew, was also part of a Morris Dancing troupe whose main performance was a May Day celebration. So, as part of our research, we joined the Morris Dancing troupe and learned all the dances and participated in the May Day celebrations. We even got a pancake breakfast afterward! And there was a Maypole! Morris Dancing is traditionally done by men, but this group was all women. so much fun! you get to have bells on your calves and wave hankies and hit sticks! all to the sounds of an accordion and a fiddle! yeah! There is alot of morris dancing on youtube, but here is some to get you started.
all in all, we had an awesome time, and then got to do it all over again for our class! We even borrowed a girlguide red lightbulb "fire", and adapted one of the morris dances to do with just the four of us (most are in sets of six or eight), and directed the Maypole. So much fun. A little embarassing, i must admit, practicing a morris dance in the quad at lunchtime. the one we chose used "Pop goes the Weasel" as the song, because that is easy to remember, and used sticks. we weren't allowed to practice at school with the sticks, so there we were, singing "Round and round the mulberry bush the wack, the wack, the wack, wack, switch! wack, the wack, the wackity wack, Pop! goes the weasel!" in the quad, where all three floors of classrooms around the quad had their windows open to enjoy the nice weather. hmmmm.
oh yes, fun times.
It brings to mind a May Day a few years ago (actually almost 10 years ago, but we won't talk about that)
My friends were taking "World Religions" together, and part of the requirements for the course was to research a holy festival of a world religion as a small group and present it to the class, complete with costumes and food and activities. So much fun to spend class time eating and singing and playing games!
anyway, one of the girls in my group of friends had a mother who was a pagan and a white witch, so we decided to do a pagan festival, and the one my friend liked the most, and the one that we would actually be able to attend before the end of the semester, was Beltane and May Day. We were very excited and had alot of fun researching and got very into our topic. we even got to have a sleepover so that we could attend Beltane in the evening and May Day at dawn the next day.
Beltane is the night before, and I don't really remember much of the significance, mainly because it was 10 years ago, and i had smacked my head very hard right before we were to go, but it did involve jumping over a fire as a kind of spiritual cleansing. You haven't seen anything until you have seen a bunch of women in long hippy skirts jumping over a fire. no one caught fire, luckily.
My friend's mother, and the mothers of a number of the kids we knew, was also part of a Morris Dancing troupe whose main performance was a May Day celebration. So, as part of our research, we joined the Morris Dancing troupe and learned all the dances and participated in the May Day celebrations. We even got a pancake breakfast afterward! And there was a Maypole! Morris Dancing is traditionally done by men, but this group was all women. so much fun! you get to have bells on your calves and wave hankies and hit sticks! all to the sounds of an accordion and a fiddle! yeah! There is alot of morris dancing on youtube, but here is some to get you started.
all in all, we had an awesome time, and then got to do it all over again for our class! We even borrowed a girlguide red lightbulb "fire", and adapted one of the morris dances to do with just the four of us (most are in sets of six or eight), and directed the Maypole. So much fun. A little embarassing, i must admit, practicing a morris dance in the quad at lunchtime. the one we chose used "Pop goes the Weasel" as the song, because that is easy to remember, and used sticks. we weren't allowed to practice at school with the sticks, so there we were, singing "Round and round the mulberry bush the wack, the wack, the wack, wack, switch! wack, the wack, the wackity wack, Pop! goes the weasel!" in the quad, where all three floors of classrooms around the quad had their windows open to enjoy the nice weather. hmmmm.
oh yes, fun times.
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