What the Dickens
Turns out, this expression is not referring to Charles Dickens. The phrase, like many famous phrases, originated from Shakespeare. Dickens is a euphemism for "devil." It was used in Shakespeare's "Merry Wives of Windsor" (Act III, Scene II): "I cannot tell what the dickens his name is." Anyway, Charles Dickens and his Victorian time period was celebrated this past weekend in Callicoon. My dance students (ages 7-10), Catskill Dance Company, performed an excerpt from "The Nutcracker." They were adorable. The audience loved them.
After the performance was over, I stayed the day to wander around town and check out the happenings. I made sure to get a coffee and quiche from Cafe Adella Dori. It's always good. The best, actually. The Western Hotel had a holiday market with local makers. Fire sculptures were burning outside as the snow started to fall. The flames and a cup of eggnog warmed us all up. We went to the Western for dinner. Got the burger, it comes with a fried egg; delicious. Their dinner menu is really good.
But before this event on Saturday, I laced up my shoes for swing class on Friday night. We learned some more moves while going over those we already learned. At the end of class we started working on some choreography. It's always fun to take the moves you know and put them together in a dance.
Sunday was a classic Sunday. Brunch at the Heron, natch. I got the scrambled eggs with cream cheese and chives, and a side of cheesy grits with jalapenos. After that we checked out the Indie Mart at the Delaware Valley Arts Alliance. Lots of local makers selling unique goods. I spent some time at the Goldie's Natural Beauty stand. She has everything from soaps to massage oils to perfumes and room sprays. All in pretty packaging. I got something for myself, and then later realized, oops I should be shopping for gifts. Still need to do that...