I’m so happy for the overcast, misty skies, given our triple-digit, drought conditions in the recent past. Yet, I live in Austin and the best thing about this vibrant city is having far more things to do than humanly possible–rain or shine!
Part one of my Saturday morning involved writing the last of my 19 handmade greeting cards. Since I’ve been painting on the back of cereal boxes for the past 2 years, I spent part of Thanksgiving Day cutting my paintings into pieces no bigger than 4″ x 6″. This past week, I cut some folders into cards. Once I glued the painting pieces onto the cards, I was amazed how beautiful the cards looked. Once again, it has been proven that the sum is greater than the whole. My paintings had never looked as good as they did when I put them on cards.
Part two of my Saturday involved going to my capoeira music class followed by three hours of tango. Now that I’ve reached the next plateau with my tango dancing, I really dance with a lot of enthusiasm. It makes such a big difference to have the basics down and build confidentally from there. Plus, the beginner’s class had a shortage of women; so I got my money’s worth, followed by a milonga class.
Part three involved going to a “passion party” held at one of the downtown condos. I was mostly excited because I was reading a racy chapter from Tribe of One. No matter how big my audience is, I love the opportunity to read to people who aren’t familiar with my writing. And reading to women who’ve come together for a passion party is a primed pump of potential fans. No one was motivated to buy at that moment, but I left everyone with a business card and let them know that my book was available electronically, which made quite a few happy. Even if they do me the courtesy of reading some pieces from my blog, at least they will be more familiar with my writing. A few suggested that I should record myself reading Tribe since I have an entertaining voice.
For the final chapter of my rainy Saturday, I went to a salsa Christmas party at one of my friend’s house. The party was in full swing by the time I got there. I made a beeline to the kitchen for a glass of wine and a bowl of the most delicious chicken and seafood gumbo. After I was properly fed and wined, I then changed my shoes to dance. About two hours later, I was finally outta steam and ready to retire for the evening (or shall I say “wee Sunday morning”?).
I can hardly believe some people would let a little rain stop them from having the type of Saturday fun I’ve just had. Rain doesn’t stop me from enjoying life. Just means I’ll be wet while doing it.