Datebook: Friday, August 4th
How can it be Friday already?
This morning I awakened to the ducks aflac-ing on the lake and the sun casting a soft glow across my daughter’s cheek.
I must add that my bed had the same sheets as it had on Tuesday because I am “Saving the Planet”. After being advised that bed sheets ‘washed daily in thousands of hotels in this world use millions of gallons of water and tons of detergent’, I caved and left the ‘get out of the room fast pass’ for the maids. I am a bit confused by this however. It is true that I don’t change the sheets as often at home, but it is nice to be pampered a bit while away. Especially at 219.00 a night plus tax.
I did leave a note at a hotel last year that said “ink used for thousands of daily hotel bills produces millions of gallons of tears due to their excessive nature” but no one has responded yet.
Anyway, getting back to the sunrise on Mirror Lake.
It was a quite moment. But, it is the eye of the storm.
We got through yesterday with little to no damage. There may be some question that my daughter’s rockers are so fast that they appear, or are, three-turns. But that can be nailed down before hailing the free dance winds again.
The second wall of the storm hits today. The OD and the first round of compulsories.
Quite frankly, this is a bit much for one day. It is draining for the parents and I imagine the skater’s find it a bit difficult also. I personally like to stay in one cuisine or genre. I can’t mix sushi and cheesecake, or Dr. Phil and Fear Factor. It is just hard to do. First of all, the compulsories require a fast change in between. This is difficult for the girls. They must transform their persona from Audrey Hepburn (waltz) to Carmen Miranda (the latin number du jour). I personally take several minutes deciding which flip-flops to wear each morning and can’t comprehend the quick change artistry that goes into flipping a soft bun into a saucy temptress. Plus, it is, I’m looking for the right word here, oh, yes, boring! watching 30 waltzes. I can’t imagine judging four levels a day or 520 plus waltz patterns. It must be like looking at the TV guide channel on cable and realizing that 15 minutes has passed and you’re still looking at the screen.
Anyway, like in any storm, remember to keep plenty of water, batteries and toilet paper at hand.
Mombo #9
This morning I awakened to the ducks aflac-ing on the lake and the sun casting a soft glow across my daughter’s cheek.
I must add that my bed had the same sheets as it had on Tuesday because I am “Saving the Planet”. After being advised that bed sheets ‘washed daily in thousands of hotels in this world use millions of gallons of water and tons of detergent’, I caved and left the ‘get out of the room fast pass’ for the maids. I am a bit confused by this however. It is true that I don’t change the sheets as often at home, but it is nice to be pampered a bit while away. Especially at 219.00 a night plus tax.
I did leave a note at a hotel last year that said “ink used for thousands of daily hotel bills produces millions of gallons of tears due to their excessive nature” but no one has responded yet.
Anyway, getting back to the sunrise on Mirror Lake.
It was a quite moment. But, it is the eye of the storm.
We got through yesterday with little to no damage. There may be some question that my daughter’s rockers are so fast that they appear, or are, three-turns. But that can be nailed down before hailing the free dance winds again.
The second wall of the storm hits today. The OD and the first round of compulsories.
Quite frankly, this is a bit much for one day. It is draining for the parents and I imagine the skater’s find it a bit difficult also. I personally like to stay in one cuisine or genre. I can’t mix sushi and cheesecake, or Dr. Phil and Fear Factor. It is just hard to do. First of all, the compulsories require a fast change in between. This is difficult for the girls. They must transform their persona from Audrey Hepburn (waltz) to Carmen Miranda (the latin number du jour). I personally take several minutes deciding which flip-flops to wear each morning and can’t comprehend the quick change artistry that goes into flipping a soft bun into a saucy temptress. Plus, it is, I’m looking for the right word here, oh, yes, boring! watching 30 waltzes. I can’t imagine judging four levels a day or 520 plus waltz patterns. It must be like looking at the TV guide channel on cable and realizing that 15 minutes has passed and you’re still looking at the screen.
Anyway, like in any storm, remember to keep plenty of water, batteries and toilet paper at hand.
Mombo #9
posted by ice-dance.com @ 5:41 AM
3 Comments:
The only thing worse than 520 waltz patterns: 520 PASO PATTERNS!
Keep up the great work!
Now you know how a dance judge feels.
Love your blog!
Just found the blog. Very funny!! Thanks for writing it.
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