just got my own bac!
What an awesome run! If you’re having trouble getting motivated to exercise, try some wizardry. Embrace your inner pagan and fly!
I just came inside from a walk up in the woods where I inspected the damage from huracAn Irene. There are giant trees down, mostly pine, all across the old logging road. Good news is, it will sell for lumber, and the few, small hardwoods can be firewood, much of which I’ll get in trade for the lumber, along with some cash. I'm a regular steward over here! (Guess I’d better call the guy and make sure this is true. But my neighbor says it is, so it is.)
(There’s a frickin’ mouse in the wall again! Damn chewer, activating my ADD! )
Anyway, after that I stopped into the dojo (where ex still teaches martial arts, inside the collosal culvert pipe, and where my son was playing with the Transylvanian’s son, K, who is 12 years old). This building is full of mats, wall to wall, covering about 20 x 45 feet or so. Nice, vinyl tatami mats from Germany, sage green. I never go in there these days, but the ex is away so I practiced sport with my son and our friend. I trained in this martial art form for three years and thoroughly loved it, was kinda obsessed for a bit (sound familiar?). Anyway, it came back to me a bit today why it rocked my world, and I practiced the back rolls used for exiting techniques. I remembered the whole center-of-gravity thing that orchestrates the movement, and used that to help me teach my son how to do a cartwheel. Once upon a time I taught children’s gymnastics, and that came in handy; it was still so strong in my cellular memory! All that yoga over the years helped, too. (That’ll be another winter sport for me, Pete. Have you tried it? It’ll rock your world! Oh, and there’s tons of hot women, too!) Jeez, I’ve treated myself well over the years, I am so glad. All of this physical activity has preserved me in good health, in spite of years of bad behavior.
My son is gonna be quite a little athlete! We have a whole new repertoire of tricks, which were greatly dynamized by the assistance of our Romanian assistant. A regular Cirque de Soleil over here. I will be sure to let you know when the show premiers.
So, this building in which we were playing will be mine when hubby goes. And I’m having a ball dreaming up things to do with it. I’ve got at least a few friends who would do some kind of school with me; there are all kinds of performers/dancers/yogis who could use it for movement; there are artists and independistas of all persuasions, and the building is big enough to accommodate any or all of it. An artists’ collective! In the winter, maybe, but only if necessary, I could rent it to a yaghtsman for lots and lots of money. Heck, and how about a recovery retreat center??!! Remember that talk of a spa in Mexico, I think over on Bruun’s thread? Well, here in Rudyland we have other options, too. Whatever stage of healing you’re at, bienvenido! You’re welcome! There’s a blackwater pond to swim in, and a winding terraced stream for quiet reflection or crayfish spying. I’ve also been thinking that we should strike up that carnival we talked about on Murphy’s thread, ‘round the time we were involved with goats in living rooms and their placenta, trapeze and, um, who else, what else? Oh yeah, sheep!
Please feel free to chime in with ideas!
What an awesome run! If you’re having trouble getting motivated to exercise, try some wizardry. Embrace your inner pagan and fly!
I just came inside from a walk up in the woods where I inspected the damage from huracAn Irene. There are giant trees down, mostly pine, all across the old logging road. Good news is, it will sell for lumber, and the few, small hardwoods can be firewood, much of which I’ll get in trade for the lumber, along with some cash. I'm a regular steward over here! (Guess I’d better call the guy and make sure this is true. But my neighbor says it is, so it is.)
(There’s a frickin’ mouse in the wall again! Damn chewer, activating my ADD! )
Anyway, after that I stopped into the dojo (where ex still teaches martial arts, inside the collosal culvert pipe, and where my son was playing with the Transylvanian’s son, K, who is 12 years old). This building is full of mats, wall to wall, covering about 20 x 45 feet or so. Nice, vinyl tatami mats from Germany, sage green. I never go in there these days, but the ex is away so I practiced sport with my son and our friend. I trained in this martial art form for three years and thoroughly loved it, was kinda obsessed for a bit (sound familiar?). Anyway, it came back to me a bit today why it rocked my world, and I practiced the back rolls used for exiting techniques. I remembered the whole center-of-gravity thing that orchestrates the movement, and used that to help me teach my son how to do a cartwheel. Once upon a time I taught children’s gymnastics, and that came in handy; it was still so strong in my cellular memory! All that yoga over the years helped, too. (That’ll be another winter sport for me, Pete. Have you tried it? It’ll rock your world! Oh, and there’s tons of hot women, too!) Jeez, I’ve treated myself well over the years, I am so glad. All of this physical activity has preserved me in good health, in spite of years of bad behavior.
My son is gonna be quite a little athlete! We have a whole new repertoire of tricks, which were greatly dynamized by the assistance of our Romanian assistant. A regular Cirque de Soleil over here. I will be sure to let you know when the show premiers.
So, this building in which we were playing will be mine when hubby goes. And I’m having a ball dreaming up things to do with it. I’ve got at least a few friends who would do some kind of school with me; there are all kinds of performers/dancers/yogis who could use it for movement; there are artists and independistas of all persuasions, and the building is big enough to accommodate any or all of it. An artists’ collective! In the winter, maybe, but only if necessary, I could rent it to a yaghtsman for lots and lots of money. Heck, and how about a recovery retreat center??!! Remember that talk of a spa in Mexico, I think over on Bruun’s thread? Well, here in Rudyland we have other options, too. Whatever stage of healing you’re at, bienvenido! You’re welcome! There’s a blackwater pond to swim in, and a winding terraced stream for quiet reflection or crayfish spying. I’ve also been thinking that we should strike up that carnival we talked about on Murphy’s thread, ‘round the time we were involved with goats in living rooms and their placenta, trapeze and, um, who else, what else? Oh yeah, sheep!
Please feel free to chime in with ideas!
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