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Feb. 24th, 2002 10:01 amBoy, do I love teaching. 3 of the 5 students showed up- one of the no-shows had an out-of-town biz trip that I knew about. The other one- I have no idea what's up with her. I had already sent her a couple of emails that had gone unanswered, but I had figured that if she showed up for class I'd just talk to her then. She didn't. Irksome.
But anyway, it was great to be teaching again. Preparation is sometimes tedious, and the house has to be clean, and it means time away from other stuff- but I love it. And the students seemed pretty pleased with the materials and content- they seemed attentive and nodded and otherwise were all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, as my dad says. One of them sat with her arms folded and legs crossed the whole time- I'm not sure why she's so closed off, but perhaps she's shy and will unwind with time. Another has been having some awful home life stuff and asked some advice after class- and the 3rd student stayed to listen and talk because he'd been through similar circumstances. That was nice... the other two both gave her phone numbers so she could call if she needed someone to talk to. It was good to see that.
I made the mistake of not eating before class. I get nervous and lose my appetite; this was fine when class ended at 7-7:30, but I'm starting them later and didn't end up getting dinner until close to 10:30pm. Then went directly to bed- not the best idea.
But, there is hope for my gut! Hub and I have been kicking around ideas about exercise and what to do. I used to belong to a gym when I lived more centrally, and I'd take a book and pedal on a recumbent bike for 30-40 minutes, 3-4 times a week. I think the key was that I could read while doing it, because just about any sort of exercise is mind-liquefyingly boring to me. So we looked around and found a pretty decent recumbent bike at Oshman's that was on sale. Eric had it assembled in no time- it's smooth and comfy to sit on. We had a bike before but the seat was a torture device. And I think this new one works with magnets instead of belts, which is why it's so smoooooth. Anyway we put it in the bedroom since there is better scenery up there. The treadmill we'd inherited from his parents is in the dining room (does anyone under 50 use dining rooms as dining rooms?) which is dark and depressing- the only window looks out on the deck, which has a pink picnic bench and full ashtrays. Yuck. There are lots of windows in the upstairs bedroom which look out into treetops, complete with tweeting birds- much more pleasant. So now we can ditch the treadmill, which has just been a fancy clothes rack for some months now. I've already used the bike more than I ever used that treadmill.
Perhaps the late dinner would explain my dream, where I was being held hostage in my home by a big, angry person. I was able to escape by fighting with him, kicking him in the nuts and running off- but I was horribly afraid because the cats were still in the house and I though he might kill them to get revenge. So I got into a car driven my some friends and convinced them to turn around and go back to the house. They refused and pulled over, so I got out and when I turned around to look the car had turned into a car-sized piece of cooked chicken breast meat. Um, yeah. Take that, Freud!
I woke up this morning and gave Bolt the first of 8 pills I must give him to prepare him for his teeth cleaning next Thursday. I wish I had my friend the former vet tech's method down, which involves grabbing their head, prying their jaw open and popping the pill in so fast that they hardly realize what's happening before it's all over. But no, hub and I ended up chasing him all over the place and making a kitty burrito with a towel. He's not making it easy. And we have to do this twice a day for the next 4 days (including today)- suck.
I tried to ride my motorcycle into work today, but couldn't get it to start. It's been a few weeks since I've ridden it in, but I didn't have time to baby it. Bummer; it's really beautiful out and if I have to be at work, I at least wanted to be able to enjoy the ride in a little more. Oh, well.
But anyway, it was great to be teaching again. Preparation is sometimes tedious, and the house has to be clean, and it means time away from other stuff- but I love it. And the students seemed pretty pleased with the materials and content- they seemed attentive and nodded and otherwise were all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, as my dad says. One of them sat with her arms folded and legs crossed the whole time- I'm not sure why she's so closed off, but perhaps she's shy and will unwind with time. Another has been having some awful home life stuff and asked some advice after class- and the 3rd student stayed to listen and talk because he'd been through similar circumstances. That was nice... the other two both gave her phone numbers so she could call if she needed someone to talk to. It was good to see that.
I made the mistake of not eating before class. I get nervous and lose my appetite; this was fine when class ended at 7-7:30, but I'm starting them later and didn't end up getting dinner until close to 10:30pm. Then went directly to bed- not the best idea.
But, there is hope for my gut! Hub and I have been kicking around ideas about exercise and what to do. I used to belong to a gym when I lived more centrally, and I'd take a book and pedal on a recumbent bike for 30-40 minutes, 3-4 times a week. I think the key was that I could read while doing it, because just about any sort of exercise is mind-liquefyingly boring to me. So we looked around and found a pretty decent recumbent bike at Oshman's that was on sale. Eric had it assembled in no time- it's smooth and comfy to sit on. We had a bike before but the seat was a torture device. And I think this new one works with magnets instead of belts, which is why it's so smoooooth. Anyway we put it in the bedroom since there is better scenery up there. The treadmill we'd inherited from his parents is in the dining room (does anyone under 50 use dining rooms as dining rooms?) which is dark and depressing- the only window looks out on the deck, which has a pink picnic bench and full ashtrays. Yuck. There are lots of windows in the upstairs bedroom which look out into treetops, complete with tweeting birds- much more pleasant. So now we can ditch the treadmill, which has just been a fancy clothes rack for some months now. I've already used the bike more than I ever used that treadmill.
Perhaps the late dinner would explain my dream, where I was being held hostage in my home by a big, angry person. I was able to escape by fighting with him, kicking him in the nuts and running off- but I was horribly afraid because the cats were still in the house and I though he might kill them to get revenge. So I got into a car driven my some friends and convinced them to turn around and go back to the house. They refused and pulled over, so I got out and when I turned around to look the car had turned into a car-sized piece of cooked chicken breast meat. Um, yeah. Take that, Freud!
I woke up this morning and gave Bolt the first of 8 pills I must give him to prepare him for his teeth cleaning next Thursday. I wish I had my friend the former vet tech's method down, which involves grabbing their head, prying their jaw open and popping the pill in so fast that they hardly realize what's happening before it's all over. But no, hub and I ended up chasing him all over the place and making a kitty burrito with a towel. He's not making it easy. And we have to do this twice a day for the next 4 days (including today)- suck.
I tried to ride my motorcycle into work today, but couldn't get it to start. It's been a few weeks since I've ridden it in, but I didn't have time to baby it. Bummer; it's really beautiful out and if I have to be at work, I at least wanted to be able to enjoy the ride in a little more. Oh, well.
