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By Alyce Wilson

The Gryphon decided to cook dinner for us last night, so he left work early and worked up a dish involving shrimp, lots of spices, some vegetables and a side of rice. He's posted the recipe on his new blog.

While he cooked, I worked on my belly dancing solo. I've got it pretty much worked out now, so it's just a matter of refining it. I'll practice it more this morning before tonight's big event.

I had to start my evening assignments before The Gryphon was done cooking, but he brought some up on a plate and set it on a tray next to me so I could eat. He arranged it with the rice in a neat tower in the center, with one shrimp on top and the shrimp and vegetables arranged around. It looked impressive and tasted delicious.

As if cooking dinner wasn't enough, he installed the air conditioner in my office, which was much appreciated, as I've been sweltering up there. It immediately made a big difference, although it did take awhile for the unit to get up to speed.

It's amazing how much of an impact it has on productivity when the office is cooler. Before, I could only concentrate on sweating into my chair and trying to drink enough water so I didn't get a terrible headache. With the cooler air, the work seemed to go more smoothly, as I wasn't distracted dealing with the heat.

Speaking of air conditioning, I'm going to go downstairs and crank up the unit in the living room and work on my belly dancing solo to make sure I'm ready for tonight. Una enjoys watching me. She especially likes the jingly bits on my costume, and she's always a bit fascinated by the veil.

Although, if you watch the video tapes back, she gets bored after awhile and starts doing things like licking her feet or going to the bowl for food. The last time I did a performance like this, I showed the practice tapes to my Mom, since I knew from experience the restaurant would be too dark for videotaping. I expected to hear exclamations over my dance, but before she mentioned that, Mom was laughing about Una, walking back and forth and sniffing my veil throughout the routine.

I'm sure she'd like to go to my performance tonight, with all those people to beg from, and all the jingly bits. But something tells me dogs aren't allowed.

Copyright 2005 by Alyce Wilson

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