Wet Wednesday

I had a pretty good day today.  Nothing spectacular, but good.

Since I had an 8 a.m. class, had to get Isabel to school early, and she’s cool with that.  She enjoys getting there a bit early.  It was raining, but that’s O.K.  I like the rain.  I don’t like the inconvenience of having to carry an umbrella, but I like the freshness of the air, the cleansing aspect of it.  The world gets dusty, the world gets dirty, and every so often water falls down from the sky and gives the world a shower.

The first class was uneventful, but my second class was very interesting because it’s a woman I taught a couple years ago and now she wants to start again.  She’s in a new office, right in the center, and it was lovely to walk through the streets of Old Town on a rainy day, when the streets were nearly deserted.

My next class wasn’t until 3:30, so I came home and made some lunch, including the vegetable mix that Isabel created in her cooking class yesterday, took a nap, let the rabbit out of her cage for a while, answered some e-mails, and watched a bit of the debate on CNN.  I missed the beginning, and had to head back to work before the end, so I don’t know what percentage of it I saw, but it was about an hour.

Then I had my  4 year old Czech-German kids.  It was a lot of fun, two of them like me and are very positive about learning English, so I think it’s only a matter of time before Little Miss Whiney Pants comes around.  It wasn’t today, though.  Mostly, she laid down in a corner and cried.

That’s about it, really.  Good night, everybody.


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