Stairway to Heaven

Today, as I walked up to practise drums in the rain, the water was flowing down the long, long flight of stairs--it was like a series of little waterfalls and flat rivers, except with the added effect of raindrops creating silent 'explosions' (like artillery shells or missiles hitting in an old computer game) with their impact. I'm glad I brought my umbrella.

The forecast for the next five days, starting from tv:
Friday: low 23 high 33
Saturday: low 23 high 33
Sunday: low 23 high 34
Monday: low 24 high 35
Tuesday: low 24 high 35
So in P.E. we were playing basketball and it was freakin hot. I stopped after a while to just sit down and drink water; too much. I need some Canada not-hot-ness. Mmm... but of course, the whole day was hot. When the sun was out it was insane, otherwise the clouds of course opened up insanely, sheeting water along the ground.

Most of today's classes were occupied with teachers reviewing the papers from the tests people did this week. I studied some lyrics, read through a bit of a poetry book that PP Medicare (Scott's counselor) gave me, and did just a little bit of sleeping. Drumming was fun & choir was fun today too. I hate sectional practise but I love group work with our awesome, awesome teacher.

I'd like to share a brief anecdote from yesterday: As you know, next week on Wednesday Scott & I will be teaching a class at Tiffany's school (she is an English teacher we are friends with for some reason... forget how we know her). Anyway, Tiffany agreed to meet me Thursday night to give me a map to her school, so we can find it. I never get speaking engagements near the MRT... but this is at least better than the 2 hours + minutes to Yangminshan. That was a nice place though.

As I was sitting down to dinner I got a call from Tiffany, "Hi I am outside your house. Please come downstairs." Close to the plan. So, I busted a move on out, only to find no-one at the door. Odd. More annoying was the fact that I had locked myself out of the inner door, and had to buzz to have a Zhang 'rent open it for me. haha

Sitting down again I got another call. "Where are you?" "Well, I am at my house, I went to the door & there was no-one there. Whatever happened to meeting at McDonald's?" It turns out she went to the Chen residence. So I grabbed some socks, my keys, and an umbrella, then headed out to make the short walk over. Of course, I stepped in a massive puddle, getting my shoes & another pair of socks wet. I was also wearing my wife-beater, which elicited a random comment. No, I don't feel cold, I feel hot. Lows of well above room temperature do that to you.

Otherwise, it was a successful exchange, though anything involving talking to Tiffany takes a very, very long time. The cold, dry noodles weren't that bothersome. Rock on [50 minutes] K out