I taught what will most likely be my last class of the year yesterday, a four-hour workshop over on the island. I gave myself an extra half-hour of travel time, since the last time I did this I was surprised by Sunday-morning ferry traffic, but yesterday was a freakin' ghost town at the dock -- I paid my money and drove right on to the boat.
I was feeling fairly safe and optimistic about the drive, since we had much less frost yesterday morning than we have had for several days, and the roads were clear and dry. Same with the hill coming off the ferry onto the island, and the highway...then I turned onto the road toward the town where the workshop was being held, and promptly encountered ice and frost and remnants of snow, since I guess they had a dusting Saturday night. Speed limit be damned, I figured, and drove the whole way at 25 m.p.h. for my sanity's sake. Glad I did, too -- there was almost no one on the road but me, but when someone pulled up behind me, I pulled over to let him pass and, as he sped by and got back into his lane, I saw him fishtail. The road is wooded and so there were some pretty cold patches that weren't getting any sun at all.
But I got to the studio safely an hour before the class was scheduled, got the heater cranking and my stuff all set up and made some notes I needed to take care of. I was getting a little worried when no one had shown up by 10:45, but everyone was running on Island Time and had some ice to deal with, so eventually we had a room full of bodies. I would have had an even fuller class, but we had two no-shows and another woman who emailed me to ask me if she should come, she had been sick, was feeling better but was still coughing. I told her to stay home. Hello, dancers. If you are contagious, a dance studio is a petri dish. And if you are "feeling better but still coughing", you are a disruption. STAY HOME.
So, yes, lesson learned, future workshops will be pay-in-advance only. I had enough dancers there for my needs (and a wonderful surprise drop-in by one of my favorite people), but I have a feeling the no-shows would have braved the ice if they'd invested their cash beforehand.
The class itself was great; once again I failed to be strict about allotted time for each section, so we ended up doing the percussive movements and the shimmy madness only. Next time we'll have a gooey-movement focus so those circles and eights can get some love. For some reason a twenty-minute shimmy sequence is easier on a Sunday morning following three hours of dance than a seven-minute sequence is on a Tuesday night, go figure. We put a hurt on some shimmy, for sure.
Afterward I was tempted to stay for a bit and do some choreography work, but it was already getting dark and I wanted to get home before it got well and truly cold, so I looked around the place fondly and then locked it up tight. I stopped by the thrift store to see if they had any great holiday stuff -- this place is so awesome I would not have been surprised if they had a replica of my grandmother' ceramic tree that I was bitching about last year -- but all I was tempted by was a nearly-complete set of Shiny-Brite violet-blue ombre ornaments, in box, circa 1965. I tend to go for the earlier Shiny-Brites, so I let this one pass, and headed for the ferry.
The boat was still at the dock but it looked like it was full, so I pulled up to the head of the line and got settled in for the next one...and then got waved on, one of the last cars on the boat, so I got to see the sunset over the water. I stopped on the mainland for gas since it's cheaper there than it is at home, so by the time I got home it was well cold and dark outside. I came around the corner to our apartment to see the glow from our Xmas lights reflected off of the building across the way. Jon had lit them for me. There was also a "fire" in our fireplace and an incredibly delicious smell in the apartment, as Jon had gone all out and made a Jamie Oliver long-simmered lamb stew as a treat for me. I ended the evening dozing in our armchair, full of delicious stew and polenta, so I think I had pretty much a perfect day.