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I did almost everything on my list yesterday. I wish I could have finished items, but I made progress on some of the big ones. I'm three books closer to having finished my Aurealis reading, for instance, and only have to write three more articles for BiblioBuffet in the next 7 weeks. I only have to read two more books for my other article. When all this is done, I'll be able to line up my next row of urgent tasks and then things will look as if they're happening.

Right now, I'm so busy and have nothing to show for it. By the end of December I will have heaps done and will be able to afford some smugness.

And in the meantime, today is the Melbourne Cup. Since I am a Melbourne girl, I must do Melbourne Cup things today. The music for the Black Nag is already singing in my mind and my dancing shoes are all ready. My post-Cup work is all planned so that it will not suffer if I imbibe just a little. And my hat is purple and very smart.

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I had so much fun today that I'm just a tad defiant I haven't done much work. I did two hours. I shall do two hours more. It will suffice.

This morning we danced many dances from many countries, including four horse dances, of which my favourite was one from Kurdistan. It was much harder for me this week and I worried until ten minutes ago, when I looked at the weather. We'd been dancing in 28 degree heat with high humidity. Not hot in the scheme of things, but definitely harder work than dancing in 20 degrees.

Folk Dance Canberra had a light lunch for Cup Day and laid our bets (meaning, we piled chocolate coins on the counter and ran a sweep with them). We used the guide to the Cup kindly supplied in Sunday's Age which turned out to be an error. The Age had the horses wrong... *

Our president decided that the best way out of this was to use the horse's numbers and so we won by the number, since most of our horses didn't exist. I won a first place, which means I am now the proud owner of 200g of chocolate coins, which I will save for Chanukah. Also, I drank a mere glass and a half of champers and a glass of cherry brandy. I spoiled my virtue by eating much icecream just now, when I tidied my freezer.

Speaking of Jewish festivals and Australian sports, Mum commented on the phone to me that Yom Kippur is on a Saturday next year. This is step one of the preconditions that caused St Kilda to win a Premier in the 1960s, she pointed out. Now all St Kilda needs is the Grand Final to be on that day, to reach that Grand Final, and for there to be a Jewish player who's willing to play regardless. It would be only the second time it has happened in her lifetime, if it happens at all. Evidence, she suggests, of possible divine intervention for Important Sports Fixtures. Also, more reason for divinely bad jokes...Watch this space.

Now that the first race of the day is over, and Green Moon has won, I might watch the second race and find out how the US handles elections in difficult conditions.


*ETA: It turned out that their website wasn't clear which year's Cup was involved. I suspect time travel.