saturday 25 nov

Yesterday we were officially installed as bagpipers and today we finished our level of studies.
We went to class thinking it would take some weeks, and here we are. Handed over to the new teacher.
A great guy, who immediately took an effort to get in touch with a friend to try and get us cheap bagpipe carriers.
I need a rugsack bagpipe carrier, because I alway go on my bycicle, but the gardcover carrier is needed for trips.

It's amazing we are now at the same level as the next group, and I'm thrilled!!!

friday 24 november

Important day as I will be fully installed at the bagpipeband this evening.

thursday 23 november

Happy Thanksgiving for those who celebrate it.
I haven't made any rounds on internet. Sorry.
I don't feel well. Still feel like struggling through a huge flu episode.

wednesday 22 november

Lars went to the balletacademy with two girls who want to do audition. He wanted to see the new building.
Most people still worked there.. I got a lot of greetings.
These years were the years that life was rather uncomplicated.
OK, schoolthings happened, and I already knew some of my children were exceptional.
But that was it, except for a continuous lack of money..

Lars going there, mentioning the names...it all came back.

My own ballet past...
Hmm.. Those seemingly endless afternoon and evenings...watching the lessons from upstairs.. sometimes asked for advice by choreographers.

Funny things happened those days.
I've talked with the best of the world, and often even didn't care or realise.
Some of them kept in contact for years, untill fame or life caught up on them.

I've spend many hours of practice at the ballet academy myself. I was young, and good, and was invited to dance whenever there was an empty place.
Everyone knew my mother didn't want me to persue a balletcarreer, but I did and my gram told her I was at her place.
Dear gram... she taught me to struggle my way to the top of the pile.

Maybe if she hadn't, my life wouldn't have been so full of challenges.. maybe I would have had normal kids... a normal married life...
They say you get what you can take.. and a bit more..

Well, let's say I'm fed up with the bit more. I feel so tired my arms weigh far more than they do and my head feels like dough.

I thought I needed to do something for myself, so I bought something on internet. A kind of dress with a blouse/coat on top of it. Not expensive... but Maybe far too big.
Well, I have a sowing machine.
On the other hand..
The dress is not really for wearing without the coat, and I might like it wide.
Maybe it gives me the big momma feel...
I need that.
Especially when going to the school of Thami to talk with that arrogant teacher.
I saw the set and got a kind of Whoopie Goldberg feel. I'm me... and I know the world i,s behind that serious stuff, one big large joke and you don't know that stage is about to reveal itself to be just bare land in the middle of nowhere.

That balletpast of me is haunting.
It was never finished well enough to say I've quit.
Maybe that's the problem... or are we bound to live with music in our head, and inner movements to all music?
I would love to make choreographies and see other dancers dance my phantasies.
The feel of the movement is in me, and maybe projecting it out makes me loose the feel I want to dance.

monday 20 november

Yesterday evening, when I wanted to go to bed, I suddenly realised I had forgotten to write that mail to Thami's mentor. (Thanks to one of Lars's emotional moods.) ***sigh***.
Luckily I had written something here, and had some dutch comments written down, so I made a mail which stated rather well that school and parents have a different goal. They want rest, we want it to be an edicational chance. Not only for Thami but also for those boys who attacked him.


After finishing the mail I went with Stef for a walk through the cold air. We tried to find some falling stars... no luck.

Today I was happy that Nyo got rid of his morning mood before going to school and that all went without a problem.
I did quite some chores around the house, thinking about all that has been going on last week.
I want to feel some closure.

Maybe I should have waited with that mail. (Couldn't. It had to be there before school started).
I should have written that we have the duty to educate the new generation. School has our children a couple of hours a day, and they have to take over what we do at home. If they don't do their job well, I have to point that out to them.
Well, I can only hope they don't feel their ego's are hurt.LOL!