2006/09/19
Grade One, Rainy Yard Sale, and All That Jazz
I will make this one short and, hopefully, sweet. I subbed in a very lively grade one class today. There were two and sometimes three adults in the room, so you can imagine what I mean by "lively." I'm back tomorrow. Willingly! So it's not too bad.
My yard sale was a fiasco. I had advertised it for 9 to 12 in the paper, so, even though it was drizzling, I felt obligated to put stuff out. I had hired a student to help, so she did most of the work. The drizzle changed to a steady rain and the tarps that were covering my stuff were accumulating puddles of water and I was so wet by 10:00 that I had to change my clothes. At 10:30 I gave up, packed the rest of the unsold goods into my car and my neighbour's van and took it to Value Village. They were happy to get it. I was happy to get rid of it. I still have a few boxes, but I will donate them to the Lion's Manor Rummage Sale, or as Mother calls it, the Garbage Sale. I did make about a hundred dollars, so it wasn't a total loss.
My dinner party went well. Thanks to my daughter and son-in-law for the recipe for lamb shanks. Everyone enjoyed the dinner, myself included. And a couple of bottles of Pinot Noir went down well. Here's to good food, good wine, good friends.
I started my jazz dancing class on Sunday. Wow. Two days later and I'm still sore. My calves are not used to trying to keep up with twenty-somethings. Well, I had to request one alternate step instead of the "drop to the knees and do a fan kick over your head as you turn over." I didn't think it would be too cool when I broke a wrist or a knee or my neck, which, at my age just might be a danger. Aside from the step for which I have requested a special "senior version", I am enjoying it. One of the twenty-somethings said to me as I was leaving, "It's so inspirational to see someone of your age doing jazz dancing." Right. You smug, flexible, young thing. Just wait. Some day you too will be my age. Ha. In October, HIP HOP, Woo hoo! You think I'm kidding! Nope. I really have signed up for it. Again.
Well, this was going to be short. I got carried away. I hope I don't get carried away literally from dance class.
Goodbye all. Take care, tata and PEACE.
Dance is the hidden language of the soul. ~ Martha Graham
Almost nobody dances sober, unless they happen to be insane. ~ H. P. Lovecraft
Grade One, Rainy Yard Sale, and All That Jazz
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My yard sale was a fiasco. I had advertised it for 9 to 12 in the paper, so, even though it was drizzling, I felt obligated to put stuff out. I had hired a student to help, so she did most of the work. The drizzle changed to a steady rain and the tarps that were covering my stuff were accumulating puddles of water and I was so wet by 10:00 that I had to change my clothes. At 10:30 I gave up, packed the rest of the unsold goods into my car and my neighbour's van and took it to Value Village. They were happy to get it. I was happy to get rid of it. I still have a few boxes, but I will donate them to the Lion's Manor Rummage Sale, or as Mother calls it, the Garbage Sale. I did make about a hundred dollars, so it wasn't a total loss.
My dinner party went well. Thanks to my daughter and son-in-law for the recipe for lamb shanks. Everyone enjoyed the dinner, myself included. And a couple of bottles of Pinot Noir went down well. Here's to good food, good wine, good friends.
I started my jazz dancing class on Sunday. Wow. Two days later and I'm still sore. My calves are not used to trying to keep up with twenty-somethings. Well, I had to request one alternate step instead of the "drop to the knees and do a fan kick over your head as you turn over." I didn't think it would be too cool when I broke a wrist or a knee or my neck, which, at my age just might be a danger. Aside from the step for which I have requested a special "senior version", I am enjoying it. One of the twenty-somethings said to me as I was leaving, "It's so inspirational to see someone of your age doing jazz dancing." Right. You smug, flexible, young thing. Just wait. Some day you too will be my age. Ha. In October, HIP HOP, Woo hoo! You think I'm kidding! Nope. I really have signed up for it. Again.
Well, this was going to be short. I got carried away. I hope I don't get carried away literally from dance class.
Goodbye all. Take care, tata and PEACE.
Dance is the hidden language of the soul. ~ Martha Graham
Almost nobody dances sober, unless they happen to be insane. ~ H. P. Lovecraft
Grade One, Rainy Yard Sale, and All That Jazz
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