Spa Party
In spite of the fact that it stayed unseasonably cool and gloomy today, I dragged myself to the barbecue/spa party that I had been invited to.
I am not a spa type of person. I haven’t owned a bathing suit in eight years.
Two main reasons: I’ve had no opportunity to need one (I may live in Massachusetts, but I rarely get to the ocean), and I look hideous in them. So why bother to sink good money into one? The price of bathing suits is outrageous.
This gathering was of only eight people from the chorus, all of whom I like, but it felt strange.
Time was, when we got together all we would do is sing. We’d sing songs, learn new tags, and sing, sing, sing.
Not a peep today. No one even suggested it. When I first joined the organization we always carried our pitch pipes with us, as a just in case item. I’m not sure anyone had one with her today.
Conversations struck me as being very surface as well. I think part of it was the fact that the director was there, we all wanted to avoid topics that might cause conflict or stress. So we barely even touched on anything to do with the chorus. I think the director knows there’s lots of unhappiness in the ranks (although I don’t think she knows that I’m trying to decide whether or not I am going to come back at all), but I don’t think she wants to deal with it, or perhaps it’s that she doesn’t know how to deal with it.
She is not a people person, and doesn’t understand that for some of us, not everything is black and white or able to be compartmentalized. She’s a math person and she deals with facts and figures. She’s very left brained in her approach to life and doesn’t understand those of us who tend to be right brained. So we all skirted around issues that concern us.
Part of it was not wanting to wreck the party for the hostess either.
This house is one of the most gorgeous places I’ve ever seen. It’s absolutely huge and it houses some wonderful collections. Candy collects dolls that cost a fortune and that she displays in every room. She also has a very cute (and huge) collection of the "Cat’s meow Village" that she’s displayed on a chair-rail that runs along the top of the wall in her kitchen. She put up a very interesting border to act as the background, and it’s just darling to look at. the border is all hills and valleys and it gives these very flat figures a great deal of dimension.
I’d kill to have even half the space that is in this house. She also has a craft room in her basement that I lust after. My second bedroom is supposed to be my craft room.
HAH!
I can barely cross the floor there’s so much stuff just thrown in there.
Enough of that sidebar.
Anyways, the conversation was about television, books, movies, vacations, golf (which someone has just taken up), but we barely mentioned anything to do with music. It was an odd kind of afternoon.
I found that I’d managed to get another person hooked on "The Iron Chef" program! I’d told her about it when we went to the movies Wednesday night, and she caught Friday’s show.
I’m going to be a trendsetter here!
Some of the women actually got into the spa (all of us are BBW’s so we all felt fairly comfortable, plus we’ve all roomed together or changed costumes in the same space at one time or another). I just dangled my feet in. I don’t think it did much for my Achilles problem. I don’t think the warm water did it any good, it’s aching tonight.
The director doesn’t really qualify as a BBW any more. She’s lost seventy pounds since January 27. She’s doing the diet that eliminates carbohydrates. I’d like to try it, but I don’t know if I could really stick to it. I love my bagel in the morning!
Maybe once school starts……
When we left the party, Dee dragged me to church with her. She faithfully goes every Sunday. I, on the other hand, am a cafeteria Catholic. I pick and choose what I like or don’t like. Which is odd when you take into account the fact that she went to public school all her life, while I went to parochial from kindergarten through twelfth grade. And then I went to Boston College, which is also considered to be a Catholic school, although I think I only had one class that was taught by a Jesuit.
I don’t exactly know why I am like that. I do tend to turn to my faith in a time of crisis, but the rest of the time I’m pretty lax.
Sometimes I wish I could get back into it again, and really care.
The mass tonight did nothing for me. The church we went to had been recently renovated and was really ugly and impersonal. The readers were stumbling over the words, the priest spoke in a monotone, and I didn’t recognize a single piece of music that they played.
If I like the music, they can usually win me over.
Didn’t happen tonight.
After mass we went out to dinner, even though I wasn’t really hungry. I had a burger, but Dee had a turkey dinner! I did manage to talk her into going to New York City this weekend, if I can get the reservations on this short notice.
So tomorrow will be a day of running around. I have to drop my car off in one town so it can have the body work repaired, then my brother is driving me to get a rental, and then I’ll go to the travel agent to see if I can get a booking.
Think good thoughts and keep your fingers crossed.
I really need to do this before I go back to school.
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