The world started rocking and it hasn't stopped yet. Fucking seventy degrees, boom boom sun, feeling like the whole neighborhood is all smiley. Oh yes. Huge difference from three days ago when the rain was freezing once it hit the earth, icicles and black ice and a sheet of clear ice on everything, temperatures dropped for the whole day and now we have sun and it feels like spring but everything is still all bare and little birds scavenge as best they can.
I got wolf-whistled at when I walked to the mailbox today, guy driving too fast and pulled into the parking lot yelling "Beautiful! beautiful hair! Hey! You wanna go out sometime! Hey, what's your name!" He got out of the sedan, a bit too cool for his own bad self in camo pants and sunglasses and a white jacket, funny shaped fez-lookin hat on his wet-behind-the-ears head. I wanted to tell him really I'm about ten years older than he thinks I am but just shook my head and let the smile and sunshine and ogling eyes lift me up happy.
The class I taught on Saturday was a trial in patience. Thankfully, I had one of my long-term students there, and she made it easier. The only others who came to class were one girl who has never had any dance training, ever, who was very inflexible both in body and in thought, who didn't listen to my instruction or watch what I was doing at all. The other was a quiet little girl who no speak English, but is an amazing mimic. Unfortunately, she also mimics the things I demonstrate not to do. But she does understand "No." I was very conscious of forming simple sentences. Which made it hard to communicate the thoughts to the inflexible girl. Ah, teaching. I believe I am learning more than I teach.
My dance instructor offered me one of her class times while she's in Egypt after February 15th. I'll be teaching a beginning belly dance class that will hopefully prepare students for her intermediate class when she returns. Wish me luck. Wow first I typed wish me lick. Licky me.
Ha.
Tonight is the Bellydance Superstars show at the grungy old WOW Hall and yes of course I'm going. I can't wait to see their amazing hips.
We went hiking up the mountain yesterday with dogs, kept to the small trails that cross the face and switch back and forth through woods and steep grassy fields rather than walk the gravel fire road. More to see, fewer people. We saw a salamander crossing the path, and a red-tailed hawk rising on the fast wind. He circled and gained altitude without flapping his wings, and we were impressed. I wonder what that must feel like. It poured rain on us and we were soaked to the skin but it was a balmy storm up from the South and we weren't cold, but climbing down the back slope was a trial of muck and brambles and rocks and we were breathless and grimy but smiling when we returned to the car.
There is so much more than all that. No time right now to type it right.
I got wolf-whistled at when I walked to the mailbox today, guy driving too fast and pulled into the parking lot yelling "Beautiful! beautiful hair! Hey! You wanna go out sometime! Hey, what's your name!" He got out of the sedan, a bit too cool for his own bad self in camo pants and sunglasses and a white jacket, funny shaped fez-lookin hat on his wet-behind-the-ears head. I wanted to tell him really I'm about ten years older than he thinks I am but just shook my head and let the smile and sunshine and ogling eyes lift me up happy.
The class I taught on Saturday was a trial in patience. Thankfully, I had one of my long-term students there, and she made it easier. The only others who came to class were one girl who has never had any dance training, ever, who was very inflexible both in body and in thought, who didn't listen to my instruction or watch what I was doing at all. The other was a quiet little girl who no speak English, but is an amazing mimic. Unfortunately, she also mimics the things I demonstrate not to do. But she does understand "No." I was very conscious of forming simple sentences. Which made it hard to communicate the thoughts to the inflexible girl. Ah, teaching. I believe I am learning more than I teach.
My dance instructor offered me one of her class times while she's in Egypt after February 15th. I'll be teaching a beginning belly dance class that will hopefully prepare students for her intermediate class when she returns. Wish me luck. Wow first I typed wish me lick. Licky me.
Ha.
Tonight is the Bellydance Superstars show at the grungy old WOW Hall and yes of course I'm going. I can't wait to see their amazing hips.
We went hiking up the mountain yesterday with dogs, kept to the small trails that cross the face and switch back and forth through woods and steep grassy fields rather than walk the gravel fire road. More to see, fewer people. We saw a salamander crossing the path, and a red-tailed hawk rising on the fast wind. He circled and gained altitude without flapping his wings, and we were impressed. I wonder what that must feel like. It poured rain on us and we were soaked to the skin but it was a balmy storm up from the South and we weren't cold, but climbing down the back slope was a trial of muck and brambles and rocks and we were breathless and grimy but smiling when we returned to the car.
There is so much more than all that. No time right now to type it right.
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