chicating

13 women this time, on journalling and found objects. We had someone from London and from Canada--I'm the designated desert dweller, as I usually am when culturally-elitist activities are afoot.(Writing for this one might be a little more challenging than just showing off something that I've already done. Not sure what I can do yet. I try every day, but the *other* job I don't get paid for is claiming beaucoup real estate... maybe I am breaking pattern a bit after all.) Even if I can't do something hot, like salsa-dancing lessons. But then my grandma got seriously fleeced by dance instructors who were definitely money-grubbing and probably gay, so maybe that is not a sexy thought anyway.
Probably should finish J.'s phone list tonight, although, like most things undertaken for the hometown crowd? Not that successful.