But I will feel bad if I repeat the same kind of whining that's been appearing the last few days.
I'm not nearly as sick today. That's new.
I'm nearly caught up on my grading. I'm afraid to admit that, in case it reverses itself immediately or I jinx my lead on the work, but that's the way it looks at the moment.
I finished my last Sun Valley class tonight. I'll have to give a final next week, but that will be my last trip out there. While I will miss the drive out and the time in the bookstore out there, I will not miss the drive home. I'm just too worn out after teaching for four hours to really enjoy it. Otherwise I'd love the drive back home in the dark. I must admit that teaching this class has disabused me of the notion that I could work in LA and live in the mountains. I love the long drive; I would take a road trip twice a month if you let me, and I always considered the life of the truck driver as one I could be down with. But to drive in heavy traffic, work a long day (or even a short one, like me), and then have to drive home is soul-sucking.
At any rate, I'm off to bed because tomorrow is the Big Day: it's time to go with Grandma, Grandpa, and Aunt Kathie to A Day Out with Thomas. I'll report on this tomorrow, but there will be a real, honest-to-goodness full-size working Thomas the Tank Engine that the boys and the rest of us will ride on down at Lake Perris.
Here's hoping the Sodor Railway safety record has improved significantly since I last reported on it... If you hear about some kind of train-related mishap involving fussy engines getting into a spat and one of them barrelling off into a cookie factory, say a prayer for us.
4 comments:
If you really, really wanna' be a truck driver take the following steps:
1. Getta' frontal lobotamy
2.
3.
...?
I think the last step is "Profit!"
I know you're not going to miss posting tonight, because that would mean missing 2 days! Sick or no you're so diligent- I'm sure you're just waiting for the right moment to post. Or maybe you lack a subject?
How about you post at 11:45 tonight? And if you need a topic then you can officially wish me well on learning how to do a front hand spring at the ripe old age of 35.
That's right I turn 35, 15 minutes before the witching hour. And yes, I have learned to do a front hand spring in ninja class.
It wasn't easy. My freakishly bendable 18 year old Shidoshi kept telling me I could learn even though I'm much older and fatter then she is. I kept pointing out that my bones were far brittler (is that a real word) and my joints couldn't take the abuse, but she kept insisting I could do it. I told her I didn't have the time to make it to class. She said make it. I told her that I had other things to do, important things. She told me that completing this portion of my training was important too. I whined. I complained. She just kept pointing me to the matt and spring board.
"Lock your arms!"
"Hands closer together!"
"Too slow. Snap!"
Now I can do a front hand spring. It ain't pretty, but I can do it.
I just had to keep at it.
No
matter
what.
Enjoy blogging tonight. I hope you feel better.
Smooches,
-B
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