No luck on the weather -- it was windy enough to make for a bit of a rough row,
but not enough to call off practice and go home to bed. I rowed in a quad again,
with one of the same people in it -- I'll need a nom for her) and two different
ones. It wasn't nearly as pleasant as Wednesday, but I'm not sure if that was due
to the new people or the weather. The woman who stroked the boat both days is
someone I known, and rowed with on and off, for about 4 years now. She is
extremely nice, competent, and a good rower; has a doctorate she's not using at
the moment, and is in charge of fixing the club's boats. I'd call her Frau Doktor,
as she was educated in Germany, but I'm not sure that really captures her. Drat.
Bosun, maybe?
I got drafted to help teach the city's juniors again.
Apparently the city was lucky enough to find an excellent juniors coach (at least,
he comes *very* well recommended) who's moved here for his job, and they've asked
me to assist him for the first couple of weeks. I think this is partly to provide
some continuity, partly because he'll have to cut out a few minutes early for the
first week or so, and partly because (Unknown Legend says) he's extremely
good-looking and they want him to have a bodyguard when hordes of high-school
girls start falling in love with him. (They know there's not much risk of high
school boys falling for me.) I don't really like the idea of committing my
afternoons again, but it's only for a short time, and if this guy is as good as
reported, I can probably learn a lot from him.
I also am supposed to
do alumni interviews for a couple of Penn applicants, though I admit I volunteered
for this one. I'd better start learning to develop rapport with teenagers sometime
soon, before they begin to hang me in effigy in the halls of the high schools.