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Wednesday, July 14, 2004

Dancebook loss

So I taught the beginning class tonight all by myself. It went okay, but probably would've gone better if my dance book hadn't gone missing in the first 20 minutes of the evening. I have no idea where it went. I was setting up various things, and then poof, it was gone when I needed it. I'm really terribly sad about this as it is irreplaceable. It was signed by Terry O'Neal. He's been gone a long time now, and that book was part of a long connection to him. He told me the week before he died that my footwork was really improved and that he liked watching me dance. Nothing ever made me happier. Now the book is gone and only the memory remains.

I searched the entire place. I announced to everyone that it was missing. Nothing turned up. So sad. Now I feel like a total heel for respecting the author's wishes and not making a copy. Drat.

ADDENDUM: Not lost! I found it. It was in the trunk after all. How it got there I have no clue, but must have been some fumbled headed thing between going back to the car 3 times for stuff (bag, other bag, boombox...) I looked in the trunk last night, but it wasn't til I moved the water this morning that I found it smashed behind the water. Again, how it got there, I have no idea. I'm SO relieved. Making copies today. This book is too important to me to leave the house. And, I will be really thankful if I ever get my mind back fully. Being this forgetful is really scary. I just don't trust myself anymore. I think I'm going to have to slow down my life pace a tad until I slip back in to sync. Being forgetful is really scary and I have a whole new appreciation for Alzheimer's sufferers. The worst part is knowing that you're off your game and never being able to trust yourself. But the book is found! Found! Found! So happy!


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