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*hyurgh-hack-hackity-rattle-hemmm*

Oh... hello! You've caught me in mid-cough. How embarrassing. Yes, I'm still an incubator for the plague feeling a bit poorly. I didn't go in to work yesterday; I stayed home, drinking tea with honey (sadly, not of any awesome variety) and orange juice and water and eating Trader Joe's cookies (they do so have healing properties!) and snuggling up with purring kitties (Zinda - you know, the one who I bottle-reared and loves Don and bites me? - was all fluffy and sleepy-eyed and sweet. wow. WOW!). Today I was back at work (about that: bleargh. just sayin') after which I had photo-therapy and *ulp* two kickboxing classes. J. was teaching her first class tonight, at 6:15. It's all about moral support and good karma; I really had to be there. After that, I taught the 7:30 and boy-oh-boy was I loopy: "Why are you not squatting? Squat! Squat, my monkeys!" "C'mon! This is completely a Batgirl move!" "Keep your back straight, abs tight. Breathe. Move to the music. Not like me, though, 'cause I think we'll all agree I'm distressingly inept." "Right side kick! Just the right! *almost topples while demonstrating* Oh, and don't fall over. That's my mantra."

I chugged orange juice and had to step back a few times, but I made it. And it was okay. No.. actually, it was really all right. Despite my flagging energy (stoopid being sick), this was the first class I taught where I felt I'm good at this kickboxing thing. There. Silver lining.

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*hyurgh-hack-hackity-rattle-hemmm*

Oh... hello! You've caught me in mid-cough. How embarrassing. Yes, I'm still an incubator for the plague feeling a bit poorly. I didn't go in to work yesterday; I stayed home, drinking tea with honey (sadly, not of any awesome variety) and orange juice and water and eating Trader Joe's cookies (they do so have healing properties!) and snuggling up with purring kitties (Zinda - you know, the one who I bottle-reared and loves Don and bites me? - was all fluffy and sleepy-eyed and sweet. wow. WOW!). Today I was back at work (about that: bleargh. just sayin') after which I had photo-therapy and *ulp* two kickboxing classes. J. was teaching her first class tonight, at 6:15. It's all about moral support and good karma; I really had to be there. After that, I taught the 7:30 and boy-oh-boy was I loopy: "Why are you not squatting? Squat! Squat, my monkeys!" "C'mon! This is completely a Batgirl move!" "Keep your back straight, abs tight. Breathe. Move to the music. Not like me, though, 'cause I think we'll all agree I'm distressingly inept." "Right side kick! Just the right! *almost topples while demonstrating* Oh, and don't fall over. That's my mantra."

I chugged orange juice and had to step back a few times, but I made it. And it was okay. No.. actually, it was really all right. Despite my flagging energy (stoopid being sick), this was the first class I taught where I felt I'm good at this kickboxing thing. There. Silver lining.

x-posted from crimson_pirates

Did you miss the last Crimson Pirates gig*? Feeling those mid-winter "I miss Faire and its awesome array of performers!" blues? Well, there is balm for that itchy-scratchy-unhappy-ennui, and that balm's name is Rick Nestler! He sings. He plays guitar. He yodels. He spins a fine yarn. He has Special Guests (his adorable wife and her banjo-lele - not to be missed!). Mayhap you've seen him as Philip Hole, but you've not seen a fraction of his abilities if you've not enjoyed his shows outside of Faire.

Fortunately, you'll have the chance to see him in all his glory at the Warwick Valley Winery on Sunday, February 17th at 2 p.m. The Winery is lovely, by the bye, with an excellent array of wines and ciders (try the pear; it is &hearts) and an excellent café. If the weather is fine, you can wander the grounds in between sets. If the weather is poor, you can order an extra hearth-baked pizza and bottle of pear cider. It's all good.

Don and I will be there. Will you?



*even if you were at the gig, you should still go see Rick, 'cause it will make your heart happy. Who doesn't want a happy heart?

x-posted from crimson_pirates

Did you miss the last Crimson Pirates gig*? Feeling those mid-winter "I miss Faire and its awesome array of performers!" blues? Well, there is balm for that itchy-scratchy-unhappy-ennui, and that balm's name is Rick Nestler! He sings. He plays guitar. He yodels. He spins a fine yarn. He has Special Guests (his adorable wife and her banjo-lele - not to be missed!). Mayhap you've seen him as Philip Hole, but you've not seen a fraction of his abilities if you've not enjoyed his shows outside of Faire.

Fortunately, you'll have the chance to see him in all his glory at the Warwick Valley Winery on Sunday, February 17th at 2 p.m. The Winery is lovely, by the bye, with an excellent array of wines and ciders (try the pear; it is &hearts) and an excellent café. If the weather is fine, you can wander the grounds in between sets. If the weather is poor, you can order an extra hearth-baked pizza and bottle of pear cider. It's all good.

Don and I will be there. Will you?



*even if you were at the gig, you should still go see Rick, 'cause it will make your heart happy. Who doesn't want a happy heart?