Wanted: eau de today.

I wish I could distill today into a liquid. I would drink it by the gallon, I would marinate steaks in it, I would take a bath in it, I would open my eyes under its surface, I would consider breathing it into my lungs.

Here the the wonderful things that happened: first, flying more standing hand-to-hand, with the Ant. I'm getting better, we got some good holds; it was his first success with the move and badly needed practice for me. My first with him, obviously. It's an amazingly thrilling thing. I paid for the lesson... hopefully not too emasculating a move. If his male ego was indeed suffering, though, I think he got it all back with the motorcycle ride from there to the park. Vroom! I haven't been on a motorcycle in years, and this one had power to spare. Snuggle and lean into the turns: I can do that. Yeah.

So the next best thing was waiting in the park, because islenskr drove into town to meet the group and hang out and take pictures of the acro! Squee! I effervesced at her in my typical Sunday acro-spastic way. Then (after some rest and some food), lots of flying on my three favorite bases plus a couple more. I was radiating joy and I could feel it. Scooper and I got the whip move better than ever before and, by some miracle, it was caught on video... we're getting the feel of each other again after our almost-two-week separation. (You should have seen how badly we flew together on Friday -- total disaster). And I taught reverse spider roll to the Ant. Oh, I know the names of the moves don't mean much to most of you. The point is that I had good moments, and really good hugs, with pretty much everyone I care to have good moments with. We got islenskr up into star a couple of times, too, with lots of spotting to keep her injured knee safe, and that made me giddy.

I didn't even get bruised in all that. Well, maybe I clocked my chin once on the Ant's collarbone, but whatever. So home, eating stew and talking knitting patterns and jobs with islenskr, and now this post, and soon to sleep.

(Hee. I also listened to the Of Monsters and Men debut album about four times, and about a 10x repeat of 7 by Prince. I can do that sort of thing when heisenbug is out of the house.)

Purrrrrrrrrrr.