“Remoted – Hybrid” – Day 776 (Sunday) – another sunday

In the rarest of weeks, today saw the third consecutive day of dance related gatherings, with regular class at our regular time. We shimmied right back into the basics because it is always good to revisit technique and new ways to give even the simplest moves a bit more oomph. It will likely be a while before we have another weekend with consecutive days of dress rehearsal, performance, and class, but hopefully it won’t be two years like the most recent gap.

In a sort of performance hangover, there was the task of putting away the jewelry, shoes, and costume components from performance day. Each time the jewelry is dug out for a show, it’s like meeting a long-lost friend. And then it is packed away until the next time. I probably own the equivalent of my body weight in costume jewelry.

Discounted lemon cookies.

The weekend as a whole may have been a bit special, but the rest of Sunday afternoon was more of the same. There was the regularly scheduled poop harvest. A routine stop was made at Market Basket on the way back from dance class to pick up the specialty items to enhance the Canine Overlord’s food, specifically, roasted chicken, mixed frozen vegetables, and canned pumpkin. 

There was also a package of cookies from the bakery department day-old reduced-priced rack for me as a reward for enduring the grocery store crowd. Yes, the dog gets premium priced prescription food and add-ins, and yes, my own treats are from the discount, dangling on the precipice of stale rack. It’s all about balancing the finances. And bargains taste better, right? Or is that just a lie I tell myself?

Knife plus cutting board
make Winston appear.

Winston, the king of lounging and napping, arose from his luxurious bed to come to the kitchen when I was dismantling the roasted chicken. It takes only a few seconds for him to hear the knife on the cutting board and smell whatever is being cut. 

He materializes like a ninja and plants himself on the small rug in front of the sink and to the right of where I am standing. If I don’t acknowledge him immediately, he will emit an “oof” so that I know that he knows that I am cutting up something yummy and of which he would like a bit. It always works, which is positive reinforcement for the begging behavior, but only when it’s a food item approved by the vet. 

It was mostly just another Sunday at the BungaLowell. And that’s okay.