Dreamed of going on a field trip to a Catholic church presided over by a woman(?); telling myself, "Everything in my life has led to this moment"; writing a short essay on film star Montgomery Clift; going home by the Scarborough RT.
Got up at 9:55.
Moira and I went to see the spelling bee documentary Spellbound. It was quite good, and so suspenseful that I often squirmed in my seat. One of the kids they were profiling got eliminated when he spelled "distractible" as "distractable." [Moira thought he was the smartest one of all!] His brother said afterward, "I still think he was right," and I would have made the same choice. The weather was nice so we walked down to the cinema.
Afterward we ate at the Swiss Chalet restaurant. I got a discount because of my ROM membership. As usual, I ordered the grilled chicken breast with side orders of corn and cole slaw.
This week the male teachers organized the dance party. It had a Russian theme. There was another casino, with a dance called a Catherine, which is like a Russian square dance. (Would that be a trapezium dance?) I was dancing with one woman and she choked. Fortunately, it was nothing serious. Someone brought some caviar. (Some well-off people come here.) It's just the second time I've tried it, the first bering at a Goodenough Association meeting in October, 2001.
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