Today has been beautiful. It was 41, but felt like 31. Del and I have shed our heavy coats and are worrying our new friends half to death. They assure us that the coats we are wearing are summer coats and that we will catch colds. Last night I wore my new felted wool shawl to the ballet instead of a coat, and Daiva was horrified. We were going in their car, so I wore what looked good with the outfit, and was plenty warm. This morning, when she saw the coat I had on, she asked why I thought the temperature affected me so differently than it dd her. I suggested that the difference in poundage may have something to do with it. She just shook her head and muttered. Oh well, someone has to perpetuate the crazy American stereotype, and who more qualified than Del and me?
Both my classes brought coffee and cake to class today to celebrate International Women's Day which was yesterday. By the time I got home I had a major sugar and caffeine buzz. They proudly told me that the cakes were "from scratch." Southern women have nothing on these gals. A guest does not eat just one piece of cake. Fortunately, the pieces were small, because between the classes, I had more than I would like to admit, and enjoyed every bite. One was banana nut and the other was a whole wheat crust with a cream cheese layer and crumb topping. We also had a lovely puff pastry and cream bakery dessert the Dean brought when he came to appologize for having to miss class today. I find it interesting that he takes the time to come to the class at all, and touching that he took the time to come to tell me he had to attend a meeting today. At first, having him in the class made me even more nervous, but he really has a comforting way about him.
We did our prepared talks while eating, and one young woman, a secretary/student in the department, talked about how much she likes Miami Beach and Las Vegas because she loves hot weather and the happy people you see in Las Vegas. She says they seem so happy to be spending their hard earned money. (and I quote) She is one of the most fluent speakers in the class. Another woman told us about her childhood dream of going to Australia, probably because of the kangaroos. I told them that when I was about 4 I learned in children's church (Sunbeam Band, actually) that if you dug a hole straight down, you would hit China. I came home, got a big spoon and started to dig. Mother said I was so happy that she didn't have the heart to tell me it wouldn't work. I think I dug some every day until something else came along, and I jumped another rabbit.
Tomorrow Daiva is taking me to her hair master to get a trim. Fingers crossed everyone! I think I am going to let the roots hang out until after I see how the cut goes, unless Daiva mentioned coloring when she made the appointment. She has beautiful prematurely gray hair, by the way.
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The first two pix are my rendering of prepositions for the beginning class. Maybe I should only render lard. I know how to do that.
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