This I've alluded to, but I've been taking yoga lessons for --- how can it be over three years now? --- a while, at least. The week before Thanksgiving I got to the center a few minutes early and discovered the front door locked. The studio, it turns out, was flooded, as were the bank and the Mexican restaurant next door. Possibly more of the city block had been hit with the flooding wave (not an intended pun, but I'm leaving it in); that was all I really got to exploring.
There wasn't much I could do about this, but fortunately nobody wanted me to either. Within a couple weeks they found a temporary accomodation, in the crafts room of a Lutheran church that's actually a bit more convenient for me to get to. It's not a bad space, really, although the room isn't quite set up for activities where you lay on the floor for extended times: it's a concrete floor and it's been about 20 degrees Kelvin around here lately, so the cold really distracts during Relaxation poses. Also the site of children's crafts projects left on the tables mid-project reminded me that in church activites kids seem to spend a lot of time cutting out paper crosses and decorating them. I remember doing this and I'm not sure what we were accomplishing over in the Catholic churches either.
Anyway, reports were that drying out the studio took about a month, which seems like a lot of flooding even for a newly-renovated space, and of course they were in the late stages of renovations. Repairs were starting even slower. Last class I tried to quip that we were going to move back to the normal space just as soon as we'd got all comfortable in the new, but my mother stepped on the line by insisting that while the ground stays cold we're never going to be comfortable. I just meant it'd be when everything had gotten properly organized and everyone knew where in the floor space they'd use as semi-assigned space.
Trivia: In 1780, Richard Dalton, British King George III's librarian, earned £300 as salary. The Master of Foxhounds had a £2,000 salary. Source: George III, Christopher Hibbert.
Currently Reading: A Browser's Dictionary: A Compendium of Curious Expressions and Intriguing Facts, John Ciardi. Oh, now, this is so very interesting and yet whenever I run across an interesting etymology that predates, like, 1900, I suspect it's just plain wrong. Readers who didn't know the Ciardi-Isaac Asimov friendship must have been baffled by the amused barbs Ciardi tosses out, though.