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Oops, She Did it Again!
Dec. 8th, 2010 10:52 amThe car is, once again, in the shop. I picked it up yesterday and got the new tire put on only to get about four miles before the breaks started squeaking. I decided I couldn't cope any more yesterday. So, after dropping everyone off where they needed to be today, I took it back. Today, I'm holed up at Shish Cafe on Grand, waiting for YET ANOTHER call from the [major swear word used as an adjective] mechanic!!!
I have to admit, too, that my patience is starting to wear thin. I was really VERY chipper yesterday. I think part of it has to do with expectations. I knew yesterday was shot. I expected to have to do a lot of walking and waiting and generally making do. Today, I was expecting to go back to my usual routines.
Or at least have a cup of [major swear word used as an adjective] coffee before 10 [ditto] a.m.!!!
However, it still could be worse. At least no one seems to mind me occupying a booth here at Shish, and the mechanic is supposed to get to my car first thing. Even if they don't call soon, I think I'll walk down there in a couple minutes and harrass them. I would really, really like to NOT waste another whole day on this stupid thing if I don't have to.
I also want to tell you about my private lesson at kuk sool wan. It was cool. Probably the biggest thing that stuck with me is that jo kyo nim (that's a title, but I learned to call her that before I learned her name, so Nicki JKN will always just be just "jo kyo nim" to me) asked me to consider WHY I decided to take kuk sool wan. I told her I knew. I take it because it's fun. I take it because I want to be Kung-Fu Panda, or Jackie Chan, or Jet Li or me just-a-bit-cooler. I also take it because when I wake up in the morning my back doesn't ache and my knee feels stronger, but MOSTLY because it's fun. She seemed to think I might get frustrated at some point, but I don't know that I will. I don't really CARE if I can do a cartwheel or fall like a pro, I really, REALLY enjoy _trying_. My definition of "fun" is a LOT broader than most people's. I find it fun to walk there with Mason and look up at the stars and listen to him tell me what he thinks of the sunset or the cloud shapes. I find it fun to waddle around in my black uniform looking like a big, black ball. I find the excersices fun. I like to watch other people do the cool stuff. Pretty much fun is showing up.
I wanted to explain to her that I find writing fun, and it's actually a whole [swear word as noun]-load of hard work. It also requires discpline and self-motivation, but I would NEVER have made it as a professional writer if the fire wasn't in my belly, and the FIRE for me is that, even on its worst days, I find writing fun.
So, too kuk sool wan.
Well, I'm going to go check on my car. Wish me luck.
I have to admit, too, that my patience is starting to wear thin. I was really VERY chipper yesterday. I think part of it has to do with expectations. I knew yesterday was shot. I expected to have to do a lot of walking and waiting and generally making do. Today, I was expecting to go back to my usual routines.
Or at least have a cup of [major swear word used as an adjective] coffee before 10 [ditto] a.m.!!!
However, it still could be worse. At least no one seems to mind me occupying a booth here at Shish, and the mechanic is supposed to get to my car first thing. Even if they don't call soon, I think I'll walk down there in a couple minutes and harrass them. I would really, really like to NOT waste another whole day on this stupid thing if I don't have to.
I also want to tell you about my private lesson at kuk sool wan. It was cool. Probably the biggest thing that stuck with me is that jo kyo nim (that's a title, but I learned to call her that before I learned her name, so Nicki JKN will always just be just "jo kyo nim" to me) asked me to consider WHY I decided to take kuk sool wan. I told her I knew. I take it because it's fun. I take it because I want to be Kung-Fu Panda, or Jackie Chan, or Jet Li or me just-a-bit-cooler. I also take it because when I wake up in the morning my back doesn't ache and my knee feels stronger, but MOSTLY because it's fun. She seemed to think I might get frustrated at some point, but I don't know that I will. I don't really CARE if I can do a cartwheel or fall like a pro, I really, REALLY enjoy _trying_. My definition of "fun" is a LOT broader than most people's. I find it fun to walk there with Mason and look up at the stars and listen to him tell me what he thinks of the sunset or the cloud shapes. I find it fun to waddle around in my black uniform looking like a big, black ball. I find the excersices fun. I like to watch other people do the cool stuff. Pretty much fun is showing up.
I wanted to explain to her that I find writing fun, and it's actually a whole [swear word as noun]-load of hard work. It also requires discpline and self-motivation, but I would NEVER have made it as a professional writer if the fire wasn't in my belly, and the FIRE for me is that, even on its worst days, I find writing fun.
So, too kuk sool wan.
Well, I'm going to go check on my car. Wish me luck.