After 40 minutes lying on the floor of my living room, I'm back up. Bonita, having lost her sleeping place (my chest), is now stalking around with tail swishing, shooting me dirty glances. Well, I think she is, anyway...with her myopic stare it's kind of hard to figure out where the destination of those dirty glances is. I am rolling my eyes...generally I prefer cats to dogs because cats are more independent, and then I go and adopt a cat who turns out to be clingier than most dogs. Hrmph. Howevah, she redeems herself by being wicked cute.
Anyway, prior to the 40-minute crash, I spent an hour and a half clearing snow. It's now changed to "wintry mix", with ice pellets bouncing off my windowpanes. Blech. But it's a Snow Day! Which means I could finally catch up on some of the sleep I lost during my trip to Argentina. Snowstorms in Washington, D.C. on the way home meant I got to spend 4 hours sitting on the runway at Dulles and ended up arriving home Sunday afternoon, with little time to sleep, no time to replentish my empty fridge, etc. I was praying for a snow day, because progress reports were due today and I still have a stack of grading to do. Thank you, Winter.
So, once I finish my grading and cook some dinners and arrange Nothing Else Matters for ¡Tango Mucha Labia!'s gig next weekend and practice the violin and get my taxes ready to take over to the guy who sorts them out (a luxury that was necessary last year and that I now can't give up)...after all that I will sit down at the computer and upload my Buenos Aires pictures.
It's actually nice to be back in the cold (I know, I am weird). It's also nice to be able to breathe without choking. Between the black cloud of diesel fumes that hangs over everything in Buenos Aires and the cigarette smoke, "Buenos Aires" is a bit of an ironic misnomer. But more about that later. Right now I'm going to go cook and stand around in one of my new pairs of Tango shoes and think about how to describe what I'm going to teach the Tango dancers in New Hampshire next weekend before their milona. Dynamics? Musicality? Posture? I want to use the word "energy" but I don't want it to sound too new-agey...hmmm.