Up at 6:30. Yes. The showers are in full effect with my room-mate and neighbours, so I go to the Ballroom and Tai Chi until the Sitting. Then I Sit. On my return to the room, I shower, squeegee the shower and go to breakfast, which is a fair stab at a strategy. This strategy involves a single, snaking queue. On the long journey I’m handed a bowl of dry oatmeal with raisins in it to keep me company.
After Breakfast, I wash my underwear, th deep blue sleeveless shirt and a new black longsleeved t-shirt thingy and hang them on the line behind the House to dry. It looks like being sunny today, so it’s entirely possible that they might.
Then there’s Inaugural Meeting Part Two: the L2s, Kitchen Team and Staff, then Robert did an introduction to the Practise of Doing Nothing, then there was an intro to Alexander Technique, which I skipped, instead sweeping the stairs outside the Ballroom and then working on the Bach Chaconne in the room. Next door someone else begins to practise it too. But faster.
Then Lunch. First Zum sighting of the season.
After Lunch, back to the Bach for a while, then put my two penn’orth into the Serving Table Issue: the Parallel Processing Idea, but rotated by 90?, so that the two queues enter and leave at different points. It’s a million to one shot, but it just might work.
Tea. No dulce de leche today. First sighting of Parallel Processing at the T&C Station. Not without hiccups.
Bach, sweeping the top corridor (w. Luis C in the closing stages) and retrieving my washing from the line (dry). Quiet time: I take the Powerbook into the garden and read from it.
Dinner. First test of Rotated Parallel Processing. Apparantly a success. Second Zum sighting. A lot of good questions, a lot of useful and important answers. And dessert, too. Or at least fruit. Or at least quarter of a banana with topping and biscuit added, to push it dessertwards somewhat.
After Dinner, I assist with the copious washing up while the tables are moved from the Dining Room to the Ballroom to make space for the Big Circle at 9:30, which involves circulations and thrakking in seven and eleven, with fives thrown in for the fun of it.
After this, I assist with the replacement of the tables, and then write up to this point waiting in the Ballroom to see if Yellow House can contribute jolliness, or at least a tune or two, to the procedings.
I still no very little repertoire. No one wanted to leave the circle. Or perhaps the circle didn’t want to leave us.