This week, I have been in the Blue Mountains, visiting Dadsie. Played with his enourmo-dog (Levon the bull mastiff – the dog of dogs), visited one of my super cute nieces, chilled and watched movies, listened to and talked about and watched excerpts of music (one of my favorite favorite parts of visiting my dad), and went to the Katoomba Winter Magic festival. What fun! Parade day deserves a post all of its own, with photo evidence when I’m at my own computer, but today we saw Ruby Bloomer’s Women’s Circus perform. It was interesting comparing it to my circus in Melbourne – our group is clearly much, much bigger with more room to skillshare, and we have facilities for aerial performances, but my, they put on an engaging show. They did some great acrobalance and lots of cool juggling and such, especially the contact juggling. Wish I could do that. I’m going home to practice diabolo.
I still can’t juggle though, I’ve been practicing all afternoon. And all week. And for a while. But not consistently enough. Right now I am being unhelpful and unsociable while my dad and his wife make dinner, but hell. I’m debilitated by mood swings. I’m just going to sit upstairs and get drunk. That’s ok too, right? Bad person I am.
I’ve been reading this blog today, Luckybeans. She has a tutorial for making juggling balls, if you need some continuity.