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Coming back from someone's journal, I become aware of how out-of-touch I've fallen. I didn't even know she needed glasses. And I thought I didn't see Nia often enough....
But I'm not going to moan here. I'll see her soon enough, if she doesn't decide she needs to be alone on her birthday.
I've acquired an apprentice or two, in my "interesting" art... It's so simple, that by the end of two hours they'll know all I do and we'll all be masters. But I like the concept of a guild. I also seem to be acquiring friends. What a concept. People I might enjoy spending time with. Bryce is one; he's one of the few who can converse intelligently and comfortably without having to bring up the ever-popular (to boys) subject of sex. Another's India, who has about all my interests in common with me, that I've pursued so far. Fantasy, Renn, wire, Chopin, stuff... And Mel, who is just sweet, and could be anybody's friend if she cared to try. I have a few differences of opinion, and she seems determined to follow a path I consider unnecessarily, foolishly restricted and full of contradictory prejudices, but she's generally cool, and has a history of contact with my circle (even before I was here), and gives good hand massages. So ha.
Just got back from the end-of-year Houston Symphony Chorus party. It was a little slow in the beginning, but the husband of the lady in the chorus whose house it was was actually quite amusing, and sang well later (although he smoked a cigar while I was in the pool and I had to get out and hop the fence to escape the smell, but I threw up anyway). It was a gorgeous house; they're pretty loaded, owning a couple oil consulting companies and drilling and stuff (I didn't catch the details). He told me he would pay me two dollars to get all the leaves out of the pool, and the other pool observers (I was the only one who swam) exploded in indignations, suggesting two dollars per leaf instead. He compromised to fifty cents per leaf, but when I came up with thirty leaves, he changed it to ten,. At the end of the night I had 235 leaves, and there was nt a single one left in the pool (that was the condition of payment). So Now I'm rich. And tired. It's really hard work, diving and chasing after leaves. My eyes hurt, too; all the lights had halos around them by the time I got around to diving. They liked my diving. Then the house-owner lady (Christine Economides) taught me how to back-dive. We played some Olympic judging for a little while, then I got exhausted.
Long before all of that, people were complimenting me on my voice from the little performance Roger's Sunday group did (there are five of us, and my mom and I sang one song together). Ian in particular was persistent. He also talked to me around the pool, and took pictures and stuff. He seemes nice. My mom and I repeated Dve Nevesti several more times throughout the night. The food was great (potluck with grapeleaves and chicken/cheese/Mexican casserole-type thingy. Yum). The fire was great (citronella torches). So was the dessert. There were some awfully good cookies. I guessed I exercised enough to eat all the ones I did. I'm beat. Mama told me on the way home that Ian and some other people go around singing together at Renfest and this year they're getting in free because of it. I'm jealous. But I'm exhausted, and rich, so I'll go to bed and worry about Ev and Ally and Nia and the party I have to go to tomorrow for the Elijah people.
But I'm not going to moan here. I'll see her soon enough, if she doesn't decide she needs to be alone on her birthday.
I've acquired an apprentice or two, in my "interesting" art... It's so simple, that by the end of two hours they'll know all I do and we'll all be masters. But I like the concept of a guild. I also seem to be acquiring friends. What a concept. People I might enjoy spending time with. Bryce is one; he's one of the few who can converse intelligently and comfortably without having to bring up the ever-popular (to boys) subject of sex. Another's India, who has about all my interests in common with me, that I've pursued so far. Fantasy, Renn, wire, Chopin, stuff... And Mel, who is just sweet, and could be anybody's friend if she cared to try. I have a few differences of opinion, and she seems determined to follow a path I consider unnecessarily, foolishly restricted and full of contradictory prejudices, but she's generally cool, and has a history of contact with my circle (even before I was here), and gives good hand massages. So ha.
Just got back from the end-of-year Houston Symphony Chorus party. It was a little slow in the beginning, but the husband of the lady in the chorus whose house it was was actually quite amusing, and sang well later (although he smoked a cigar while I was in the pool and I had to get out and hop the fence to escape the smell, but I threw up anyway). It was a gorgeous house; they're pretty loaded, owning a couple oil consulting companies and drilling and stuff (I didn't catch the details). He told me he would pay me two dollars to get all the leaves out of the pool, and the other pool observers (I was the only one who swam) exploded in indignations, suggesting two dollars per leaf instead. He compromised to fifty cents per leaf, but when I came up with thirty leaves, he changed it to ten,. At the end of the night I had 235 leaves, and there was nt a single one left in the pool (that was the condition of payment). So Now I'm rich. And tired. It's really hard work, diving and chasing after leaves. My eyes hurt, too; all the lights had halos around them by the time I got around to diving. They liked my diving. Then the house-owner lady (Christine Economides) taught me how to back-dive. We played some Olympic judging for a little while, then I got exhausted.
Long before all of that, people were complimenting me on my voice from the little performance Roger's Sunday group did (there are five of us, and my mom and I sang one song together). Ian in particular was persistent. He also talked to me around the pool, and took pictures and stuff. He seemes nice. My mom and I repeated Dve Nevesti several more times throughout the night. The food was great (potluck with grapeleaves and chicken/cheese/Mexican casserole-type thingy. Yum). The fire was great (citronella torches). So was the dessert. There were some awfully good cookies. I guessed I exercised enough to eat all the ones I did. I'm beat. Mama told me on the way home that Ian and some other people go around singing together at Renfest and this year they're getting in free because of it. I'm jealous. But I'm exhausted, and rich, so I'll go to bed and worry about Ev and Ally and Nia and the party I have to go to tomorrow for the Elijah people.