Here's my schedule, as it's unfolding:
Mornings we wake up between 6 and 7. Whoever is up first brews the coffee, and then Alison and Eric and I putter around. Today I was up at 6:30 and took my coffee and books to the porch to get a morning breeze and an ocean view from the couch.
On Monday, Thursday, and Friday (except, as today, when Alison's meetings interfere), we'll be attending corps training from 10-12. They're going through basics -- partnering, weight sharing, lifts, improvisations. Stuff I get, as it's similar to the kind of work I did in '06 at Governor's School. Here's a place where I'm jumping in as often as possible, which Alison supports. (She also thinks I should take salsa classes on Monday nights, which I support.)
On Tuesday mornings, we work at the office/hit the farmer's market/do chores/run errands/take walks. & on Tuesday evenings, we'll go to street dances in Blue Hill, one of the little coastal towns nearby.
On Wednesday mornings, we do "old babe" yoga at Alison's studio, with ball rolling. This is awesome, and results in flexy backs and comfy toes.
Every afternoon, we have rehearsal with the corps dancers 1-6, generally in the elementary school, though we'll begin working at the quarry next week. I make the coffee, take notes, send emails, join the improvs when I can and hang out with cast and crew.
Every weekday we eat dinner at home around 7. Dinner is lengthy and always delicious. Last night we sat on the porch til bedtime, which comes between 10 and 11 every night.
Saturday rehearsals are 10-2 with full cast (musicians, puppeteers, and community members), and take place on site, weather permitting. I anticipate a lot of running around at these rehearsals, as I'll be both assisting Alison and fielding questions from the community members/moving alongside them. (In general, given the age and skill range, these parts fall under "movement" rather than "dance").
Sundays are free. This Sunday, Alison and I plan to work in the garden, and she has promised to show me some of the good beach walks nearby. The Chases sail, so there may some boating as well. And here's when I can read my books and write my letters and speak to friends as I try to find reception in the wilderness/paradise of Maine.
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