It'SnoWonder

February is officially Springtime in Ireland.
The grass is beginning to shoot up, thick and green, and the daffodils in my garden are promising to flower any time now. Our trees, which for months have resembled nothing but dead sticks, are showing signs of life and there is evidence of new growth on the rose bushes.
So of course it's only natural that we're getting the first Snow of the season now. Not even pretend-snow, mind you, but the proper big white fluffy flakey kind. The kind that turns into brown slushy stuff in no time. What on earth posessed me to choose today, of all days, to wear a skirt to work??! It's bloody freezing outside!
I'll tell you a secret, though - I actually don't really mind. I love the snow. It's so pretty! I'm quite captivated watching it waft down silently outside the windows. Ja, not getting too much work done at the moment, hehe... If I were a poet, I'd be inspired to write something, I'm sure.
I do hope it settles a bit and stays around before melting today - at least long enough for me to go out and take a photograph or two. I'm a real girl-scout, me* - I brought my camera with me today, just in case.


* "Be prepared", and all that

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salsa sambo

Well it's been a really hectic week, what with working late unexpectedly a couple of nights, and fighting with bureacracy to organize Cindarella's visa for our trip to Barcelona* in 3 weeks.
But in the middle** of all of this was our third Salsa class.

Week one was a simple case of learning the basic step and rhythm. Cinderella and I partnered each other when the time came and all went well. And in case you're wondering the answer is yes, there are guys in the class, but they are very few and jealously guarded by their spouses. Although if you ask me, the couples made up of friends as opposed to actual couples probably have more fun!

Week two was, well, more of a challenge. Cinderella's buddy brought an extra friend and I found myself partnerless. [Oh the horror!] Fortunately it turned out I wasn't the only one to find myself in such a state and so I ended up lightly holding a young student of fashion design who had joined the Salsa class to give her insight on a project she was working on, designing clothing for this type of dancing. OK, perhaps 'fortunately' is not quite the right word.
You see, it was going really well right up until we took our first step...
I don't like to sound conceited but the fact is that the legacy of all those years of doing ballet as a youngster is my ability to dance; pretty much any sort of dancing, really. I have an excellent sense of rhythm and timing and I am able to pick up new steps really easily.
I'm guessing my young partner didn't have the same sort of background... the poor girl had no clue what she was supposed to be doing with her feet (or any other part of her body, for that matter) and it was like dancing with a young rhinoceros. I held my patience for as long as I could but eventually I just couldn't help but stop and give her some instruction.
["Left forward first... no, your other left; yes, that's it. Now it's one-two-thr.. one -two.. ok let's try again, one---twooo---" ... and so on and so forth.]
It's a big class, and the amount of time the teacher could spare for each person would never have sufficed. In fact when he saw me making progress with her he watched for a few seconds then nodded approval and moved on to the next 'couple'.
Mind you, I was as nice about it as I could, carefully treading the line between friendly assistance and condescending impatience - I would hate to think I were the cause of someone not wanting to dance because I made them feel, well, as bad as they looked. I love dancing too much for that. In the end, she figured out more-or-less how the steps worked and the smile never left her face. Ah well, at least she enjoyed herself... and she thanked me, too. I even think she was genuine about it.

So after that little experience I was a bit apprehensive about this week's class. My fears were confirmed when the buddy's extra friend pitched again and the four teenage girls formed their giggly partnerships leaving the wicked stepmother [a.k.a. me] standing man-alone in the middle of the floor after the warmup. It brought back all those feelings from my childhood of being the last one picked for the softball team in Phys Ed.
However, it turned out Fortune was smiling on me***. Our instructor, a friendly Cuban fella, pronounced that this was no good at all and proceeded to partner me himself.
Of course the first thing I did was blush from the tip of my toes to the roots of my hair - one of those deep purple flushes to which I am prone when I find myself unexpectedly the center of attention. Because of course, being the instructor, everyone was watching his every move - and therefore mine, by extension - to see how it's supposed to be done.
But once the embarrassment had subsided and the dancing began I had an absolute ball! I'd almost forgotten just how pleasurable it is to dance with a partner who really knows how to lead. And I was confident enough in myself not to feel like a freak with two left feet, so I was able to relax and simply enjoy the dancing. The downside was he had to keep dashing off to help other people but that's OK, I had fun anyway.

I don't know when or if I'm ever going to make use of my Salsa skills outside of the classroom but for now I'm going to simply enjoy pure pleasure of being able to dance.



* Yep, it's booked - yay!
** literally - it was Wednesday
*** at least for that hour, since Fortune was noticeably grumpy with me for the rest of the week.

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You can't blame me..!

I can be quite mean sometimes, in a subtle and satisfying way.
This morning some itsy-bitsy little blonde chick pushed past me to stand in front of me in the aisle on the train, and proceeded to consume what, up till that point, was performing perfectly well as my space and air. Oh she with her perfect hairdo and cute little button nose.... PFFT!!
So finally two stops before mine, I got a seat... and guess who came and took the seat next to me? Yep, li'll Miss Perfect.
So I couldn't help myself - I waited until she'd just finished opening her magazine and then I stood up so she had to move to let me out.
I know I shouldn't have enjoyed her irritation as much as I did. I'm a nice person... most of the time. Perhaps this week is not one of those times. Irritation levels are up, compassion levels are down.
I blame Eve. If the silly cow hadn't taken a bit of that apple, us women wouldn't have these violent hormones to contend with, would we now?!


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New Babe on the Blog

Well and here's me been fretting about planning holidays and meanwhile my friend BeadinggalinMS went and had a baby girl yesterday!!!

It's been long, tough months for my friend and I'm just so happy Baby is here and both Mama and Baby are doing well.

CONGRATULATIONS LINDA!!!

And special thanks to Aunty Lori for keeping us updated when Beads couldn't get to blog herself - I trust you'll put that new camera to good use for us sometime soon ;)

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