Yep, I'm staying right here. Right here.
In other news, last night's class was great, except for the bit where I had to tell a half-dozen leads in a row that the move being taught wouldn't work unless they got out of my way. The move involved the gentleman turning around to wrap the lady to the other side of him, and none of the gentlemen was watching where the Tramp put his feet, so were travelling in the opposite direction, under the impression they were rotating on the spot (as the move was (unintentionally) described - different use of words than what we're used to, I think), and in one case told me off for not going to the correct side (for the technique). I pointed out that they kept stepping where they were trying to lead me to step. I am NOT going to try and figure out how far a guy is going to travel, which is necessary to pick the right angle at which to move in order to be not bumped into. Being led straight forward does not mean that I am going to move to my right just because that's the side of the gentleman I'm supposed to end up going down. That is bad technique if I do, and the gentleman who told me off is good enough to know better, even though he was feeling ill. Actually, all the guys I had to ask to get out of my way by travelling in the other direction were good enough to know better. It feels strange to keep saying to gentlemen who have been dancing longer than me to "Look at his feet! That's how it works! It doesn't work if you don't get the feet right!" But the guys who weren't (leading me to smoosh) were watching and not assuming that the words used were enough to get the concept across.
We demoed the routine at last night's class. I made two large mistakes, one was failing to present for the ladyspin (cannot remember to do it, bah!) the other was forgetting which verse we were in, but apparently neither was visible to the audience. One comment in particular, from someone who isn't bad, was that she enjoyed watching our connection, and the way we worked together in the routine, so that it looked like a dance partnership rather than a lead and a follow. Chuffed. But tired. Very very tired.
Fortunately, I had discarded socks in the computer room, probably several weeks ago, so the spill was easily cleaned up. And now the computer room smells of coffee. Mmmmm, coffee...
I was just piking from dance class last night when it started raining heavily. Fortunately I realised that what I wanted to do (drop the bags, discard the jumper, and dance over the streets giggling like a loon) was probably not a good idea, so I watched the lightning and got thoroughly soaked while standing still instead.
And that's three uses of 'fortunately' in this post. I think I need to dig out my thesaurus.
Today's 24 Hour Rainfall Map shows decent rainfall - between 11 and 20mm at most of the metropolitan Adelaide stations. Please note that last night's rain probably won't have brought November's rainfall levels up to the statistical average. If this rain had occurred last month it might have brought October's levels up to half of average.
It's raining! Yay! I can get away without watering things in my garden for another day!
Won't be enough rain, of course, but some is better than none. The rainwater tank was getting very very very low... I started using it for garden only a month or more ago, and this is the second or third time it's rained since. It rained more this summer just gone. Or was that last year?
I am worrying about my seedlings - there has been enough rain that they should be floating by now.
Then I get to bridge and I'm the only person who complained when the airconditioning was turned on. Is this just a lack of mass, or is it that I'm adapted perfectly to temperatures between 25 and 45 degrees? Oh, and have no problems wearing clothing appropriate for the conditions.
As a side note, in the winter, I often turn up to bridge wearing 7 layers of clothing, because I shall be sitting still for most of 4 hours, and I can't get any more on.
At this point I went and packed things unneccessarily well until he stopped trying to make things work and actually succeeded.
And now, for the first time today, the sun has broken through the clouds.
Although the batch of lettuce seedlings I planted a week ago are growing nicely. Only one of the 22 has died so far, and I did'nt really expect a seedling that I'm planting out at less than a centimetre tall (1.5 including the roots) to live. But for the half punnet left over from Dad's planting I reckon 21 live plants is damn good.
The golden nugget pumpkins that I've been ignoring over the last month or two of 30 degree heat are flowering (right on schedule), and it rained today, so I'll have to hand propagate, probably.
But the rain is a good thing, we were down to less than a quarter of the tank.