Cold, Drums, and Drama

I was going to work in Richmond today, housecleaning for a friend, but woke up with my cold settling in my throat and chest. Arrrgh. So it's a sick day for Kelpie, with lots of hot fluids and rest. I'm hoping to get some laundry done too, and repair work on my wardrobe. I may venture out to find myself another pair of pants in Commie Clothes. The ones I'm wearing have defied my patching ability.

We had a good time drumming and dancing yesterday evening in ZK after dinner. Drumgasm has been a wandering gypsy experience for a while, but maybe ZK will be our wintertime home. We seem to get more participation when we're there, just because, well, there we are. And we don't have to monopolize someone's living room that way. Degania may evolve into a happy Drumgasm place, but it didn't work for us the last time we were there... When we're finally Utopia, of course, we'll have a round yurt that's always the perfect temperature, and there'll be all sorts of treats available, too, for the taking.

In other news, the farm's drama continues, with soon-to-be-ex-member Woody as our focus. I'm very grateful to not be in the hoopla of it all, and have merely been asked my opinion (along with all Twin Oakers) if Woody should have a feedback only, or a feedback on the road to expulsion. He's planning on leaving soon, so the difference is mainly symbolic, but significant (as most symbols are). He would lose the right of return, as well as some allowance money, since he has a vacation balance, if he is expelled. It'll be interesting to see what happens. In many ways, his case is similar to Kodiak's, from the early 90's.

Okey dokey artichokey,
much love,
Kelpie