Going, going, gone

Okay, everybody, get out your address books and white-out -- Lacey's moving again. Yup, the house just sold. And we have to be out by June 15. Yeah. We have no idea where we're going or how the heck we're going to manage it; the reality of the whole thing is still sinking in. Anyway, I thought I'd let you all know. I've not been posting about the whole house sale process because Hugo has been adamant about not counting on it until it's absolutely set in stone (the last buyer dropped out very late in the game), but now it is so I can post about it. But that's all I'm going to say for now. I'll let you know when we find out what we're doing. For now, it's time to go to practice -- our last practice before Folklife -- yikes. Wish me luck!

Glorious Gloria

So, I think I've finally settled on a name for my not-so-new-anymore car: Gloria! It was Hugo's idea, and seems to fit pretty well. So now I can finally write her name on her file folder, and have something to call her when I'm encouraging her to chug up the hill. :)

On a completely unrelated note, happy actual birthday, Dad! :)

Happy Birthday, Dad!

Since I'm not sure if I'll be able to post tomorrow, I thought I'd say it a few hours early. So happy birthday, and thanks to Grandpa Marsh and Grandma Jackie for raising such a wonderful son to become such a wonderful father. I love you!

A Dancing Barmaid? Me?

Ever heard of the Christmas Revels? Well, the man who writes the scripts for the Portland Revels is trying to recruit me for a spot in the show. And not just any spot, either. You see, in every year's show there is an appearance by the Bridgetown Morris Men (the team Hugo dances with here in Portland, but he hasn't done the Revels with them), usually doing some sort of morris dance and a sword dance. Well, this year, Dick (also of Bridgetown, writer of the scripts) has written a part for a female morris dancer. Basically, the show is about Will Kemp, and the part of this female dancer (who is a barmaid) is basically to show him up in a dance competition, supported by Queen Elizabeth. So Dick said, "we need a really, really, really good morris dancer who can really get off the ground when she dances." And apparently, according to him, I'm the only woman around who fits the description. Jeez, talk about piling on the compliments! Anyway, contrary to how I like to think of myself, I'm actually a sucker for a performance (dance, that is -- put me on stage and ask me to talk and I'm lost), and it sounds quite fun. However, it's also a speaking part, so I'd have to produce some level of acting ability. And then there's the rehearsal schedule, which Dick said he'd send me, to see if I can fit it in. I asked when auditions were and Hugo said, "You don't understand. The part is yours if you want it. You don't have to audition." Eep. What do you think? Should I do it?

Playing Catch-up

Yikes. This whole new Blogger look is a little disorienting at first. Nice, though. Yay, Graham! (Because I'm sure you did it all yourself. :P)

Sorry for not blogging for a while. I've been kind of busy and kind of sick. Okay, more than kind of. Last week I was struggling to get a rough draft of a paper done for Friday (which I got back today with very little constructive criticism -- grrr), then Saturday I got sick and that's pretty much how the week went. Renegade Rose danced at the Portland Farmer's Market Garden Party on Saturday afternoon. We managed to get lots of the audience up for a dance, and drove the rain away, so it was a successful gig. And they paid us in "Market Bucks," which was even better! :) Hugo took me out to dinner on Saturday night for my birthday. We went to a restaurant downtown called Higgins, which buys only locally grown organic ingredients and makes fabulous desserts. Actually, everything we had was excellent. I had a (virgin) strawberry daiquiri made with the very first organic Oregon strawberries, which are like no other strawberries on this planet. (Honestly, it's worth coming to visit me this summer just to taste the strawberries.) Yum.

This week I've been alternating sleeping with tryng to catch up on the schoolwork I've missed while I was sleeping. I'm still pretty behind in several things, but I made it through my archaeology midterm this morning, which is all I was really worried about. And I'm feeling much better, so hopefully I'll catch up this weekend. We're going to the Farmer's Market tomorrow, then out to pick up a compost bin that's $25 special through a city program -- hooray for compost! :P And tomorrow night we're having a triple-birthday party at Anne's for me, Anne (whose birthday was yesterday) and Janet (whose birthday is Sunday). Should be oodles of fun. Sunday is a memorial service for Merritt Herring, a wonderful folk singer who passed away a few weeks ago. Hugo is making "Merritt badges" with a picture of Merrit to give to people who come. :)

On a slightly random ending note... Hugo and I went out to lunch today at a Thai restaurant. We got fortune cookies with our bill, and I still haven't quite figured mine out yet. It says "You will have an exciting addition to your life by being the warm to others." Any ideas? Have I been "the warm" to any of you out there? :P