A Cup of Tea

Me, in Portland Oregon, trying to warm up with a mug of tea. Man, is Portland a chilly place to be in the winter!

Winter has arrived in BC. We have snow and we have cold. I think the low last evening was about -12 oC. I drove my little poopsies to school at Tabs' request as the bus drops them off 1/2 h early and she didn't want to have to freeze outside for 1/2h. Yes, I spoil them. They are not prairie girls. When I was little and lived on the prairies for a portion of my childhood, I would walk to school in -40 oC. On some days it was even colder with the wind chill. I remember one morning it was -65 oC with the windchill! Yes, it made me one tough girl but also a woman who now hates cold weather and is looking to relocate to a tropical locale.

My 5 classes finished yesterday at 7:30 p.m. Let me say that to get myself pumped for the final class, I down a bottle of Diet Coke. It seems to work. It isn't until I am home, attempting to eat supper that I realize how tired my legs and feet are. I like teaching at UBC the best. Adult students are a breeze. Yes, I do adore my little students too (I cannot help but smile when I watch them intently dance the conga and shout "Chihuahua!" to our Chihuahua song). 2 men in my UBC class last night--a record! And, most importantly I have an assistant! She brings me the athletic binder before class and opens the ballroom for me. Yay! That cuts down on so much extra work: having to walk to and fro the Athletics building and deal with an de-programed key that won't open the ballroom each evening and a ballroom filled with tables and chairs to move. I'm going to add my Hawaiian hoola song to my repertoire this month--I did a little demo to one of Izzy's (Israel "IZ" Kaʻanoʻi Kamakawiwoʻole) songs (I couldn't help myself, we were doing our cool down stretches to White Sandy Beaches and I had to squeeze in a little hoola) and the class really wanted me to keep going with it :D

Pervert alert. A male, early 30s, in a hoodie, baseball cap and toque kept peering in my ZumbAtomic class windows all class. He started peaking in early--as Tabs and I were setting up. He kept coming back and trying all the windows to watch us. I though he might be an over-protective parent or something. After class I asked the students if anyone knew him. No one did and one girl said he'd asked her all these questions about what we were doing in the room just before she came to the class. I reported him to front desk and they were very concerned. The guy in charge of the building (I work with him on the sound system issues a lot) made sure that if he ever comes back to stop class and report to him immediately. It was then that Tabs told me a man (who looked like he was mentally challenged) had been standing at the door of the girl's washroom peering in. Good grief! One has to keep on their toes on a Monday night.

Off to make myself a cup of tea and await the piano tuner (our piano probably has not been tuned in its 50 year life time).