May Day apparently is the equivalent of Chinese Labor Day, coinciding with "International Workers Day," I think. Ironically, people have to make up those work days the weekend prior to the mid-week holiday. So most everyone worked or had school/classes on Saturday and Sunday, in order to get Monday-Wednesday off. Cool. I'm befuddled as to why they replace weekends with work, in order to be able to later take a holiday to celebrate "labour"...?
But our school doesn't do that. As an international school on American curriculum and a more "westernized" scheduled school year, we don't get the whole observance off. Just Wednesday, the actual Chinese holiday. Because otherwise, heaven forbid, they'd have to pay teachers double (or triple) the normal salary rate, for working on a national holiday. I'd be down. Then we wouldn't have this awkward mid-week day off, totally obstructing the A-B-A-B-C day schedule that's in place at our school. It really is so inconvenient for lesson planning! (but then again, we've had a number of weeks in the last quarter when we ended the week on an A day, so the B day students missed class. Maybe it all evens out in the end?!).
Whatevs. I went for a bike ride at 8am this morning, enjoying the breeze and some sunshine, in the cool morning rays. I've included in this blog post, for your viewing pleasure, some photos that I snapped on my iPhone along the ride.
Fireworks continue, around these May Day celebrations. More frequently, in grander effect. This holiday week, for which most Chinese have had the first few days of the week off, has been filled with the familiar, booming sounds of fireworks, in exchange for the usual construction sounds. Well, to be perfectly honest, some of the construction sounds still persist, but the drilling overhead in our apartment has been put on pause, thankfully! (I thought Kari banging on the door on Tuesday morning at 6am was just construction, as opposed to signaling me that she'd left her keys inside!)
When I got back from my bike ride with Robbie and Julie, sweaty yet refreshed from the morning outing, I made brunch and Skyped with the sisters, which is something that can't usually happen at this time on a weekday due to the 13-(Chicago) or 15-(OR/WA) hour time-difference (it was earlierin the night for them, so not as inconvenient!).
Now, I'm over at Kate's house, sunbathing with her on her little balcony-patio. She's been puppy sitting a friend's poor-excuse-for-a-dog (I'm sorry if I offend those of you who have burrito-sized animals as pets that some of us see as rats-even smaller than cats- instead of true DOGS.) Kari brought Jett over, the dogs socialized (which consisted of Jett trying to eat Fufu, and us playing interference between Jett's massive paws and Fufu's tiny... well, tiny everything. Kate left on a bike ride now, so I'm finally just about to sit down to do some grading of projects (that would otherwise not get graded at school; too many interruptions). In the sun. On Kate's balcony-patio-porch-deck thingie. Lovely way to get some grading done!
P.S. Sorry I lost myself in those tangental parenthetical ramblings... I have now, much later, realized my poor grammatical structure!
But our school doesn't do that. As an international school on American curriculum and a more "westernized" scheduled school year, we don't get the whole observance off. Just Wednesday, the actual Chinese holiday. Because otherwise, heaven forbid, they'd have to pay teachers double (or triple) the normal salary rate, for working on a national holiday. I'd be down. Then we wouldn't have this awkward mid-week day off, totally obstructing the A-B-A-B-C day schedule that's in place at our school. It really is so inconvenient for lesson planning! (but then again, we've had a number of weeks in the last quarter when we ended the week on an A day, so the B day students missed class. Maybe it all evens out in the end?!).
| Blue dot: where we ended up, out in the glorious farmland boonies Beilun: where we live (I live about where the boxed-X looking character is) |
| Julie on her bike out in the irrigated/swampy farmlands There were a lot of flower starts being cultivated in this area |
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| Julie pedals behind me along a vineyard road; we had just passed through one of the many archways/gates that are so common in China |
| Scenery along the way |
| Bu hao tourist "reception" center. No reception whatsoever. Just old men smoking inside at a table, walls barren and stained with mold and mildew. |
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| Drying what appeared to be either fertilizer or feed for livestock... but maybe it was people food. I didn't know who to ask at the time. ...Anyone know? |
| Girls on holiday from school, walking the streets we biked |
Fireworks continue, around these May Day celebrations. More frequently, in grander effect. This holiday week, for which most Chinese have had the first few days of the week off, has been filled with the familiar, booming sounds of fireworks, in exchange for the usual construction sounds. Well, to be perfectly honest, some of the construction sounds still persist, but the drilling overhead in our apartment has been put on pause, thankfully! (I thought Kari banging on the door on Tuesday morning at 6am was just construction, as opposed to signaling me that she'd left her keys inside!)
When I got back from my bike ride with Robbie and Julie, sweaty yet refreshed from the morning outing, I made brunch and Skyped with the sisters, which is something that can't usually happen at this time on a weekday due to the 13-(Chicago) or 15-(OR/WA) hour time-difference (it was earlierin the night for them, so not as inconvenient!).
| Restraining Jett from devouring FuFu (yes, he's a boy) |
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| Jett observes the world below us, entertained by passersby and holiday activity. I need to get back to grading now. |









