Good grief, we are still recovering. We got through Folklorama, but just barely; what an exhausting week. By Wednesday, I realized that we would have to increase the caffeine and sugar intake if we were going to make it through each night. Each show started with a polka, and between that and the skipping dance (a total of 15 dances per night!), Chadd and I were starting to slow down. Of course, he did have that glima wresting match in the middle of each show, as well…
(No, I don’t have pictures. I wish.)
So, I really thought this next week was going to be a recovery week; a week of tidying the house and school supply shopping and good cooking. Instead, it’s been a week of running around, working, being talked into painting at the Scandinavian Centre, as well as going out almost every night to one social event or another.
I have a list of things that need doing before the end of September; the list is merely to keep my head on straight. I also have to stuff my September calendar, but I’m procrastinating on that because I’m scared. I would have made a great ostrich, not a social butterfly!