It's a grey day in Detmold, and I'm free to do as I please.

"What? Free on a Thursday?" anyone might ask. Yes. You see... the past weeks have been unusually busy, and we had many free days -postponed. One was postponed until today... (although, there are only two of us dancers with the Whole day free; the others have an Opera to perform this evening. And what have we been so busy with? Well... More than the average number of performances in the week, and rehearsals for Let Me Live, which we haven't performed since November. (It takes time to remember the whole thing well.)

But, we performed that for the last three days, and now it goes on the shelf for another month and a half. (It isn't the way things usually work here: The rest of the repertoire is performed at least once a month. I don't know why this piece is done in such a different manner.)

Cinderella (which we have two performances of this week,) is steadily feeling more solid, as can be expected, when there are regular performances. Otherwise, theater life hasn't changed much recently. Perhaps... the songs of Piaf are related though; I enjoyed attending a performance about Edith Piaf a week or so ago, and was greatly impressed by the songs... which led me to desire to understand them. So, I got a recording of the songs from the performance, and burned a copy of the CD for myself to listen to (The first time I've used that feature of my computer. How Exciting!) and I've found most of the lyrics on the internet, and made rough translations of them, and all that now remains to be done, is to read the texts, to understand the songs, and then go and watch the show again. (Urm... does all this make me a little fanatic? Or does it only seem that way because I describe too much here?)

Anyhow... what shall I do today?

I could take the time to cook something very nice... (Is there anyone I could invite for dinner? I do so tire of cooking then eating alone.) I could go for a nice long walk, and take plenty of pictures... of things in the rain, (including myself in the rain. OK, OK! I'll stop lying. It isn't actually raining... but it is so utterly cloudy, it gives the impression of rain.) I could see if I'm able to finish the rough draft of my "Cycle" poem, which I've been hacking away at for a few weeks. I could force myself to go shopping, and find some summer shoes... but that will never happen until ... I become so desperately in need of them, that this need overcomes the inner forces of procrastination.

We'll just have to see... because I haven't any idea what I'll do. (although something I need to do now, is write the review for "Let me Live," so that the link for it can work.)

Pax, and healthy living,
SlyM