too much effort for a tax break?

Over the past couple of days, I've made a list of stuff I need to do this weekend. It's not real exciting.

The strangest entry has to do with my bathroom sink. When I turn on the hot water, I eventually see a leak coming from the skirting board about two feet west of the sink (as opposed to directly under the sink). I'm slightly worried that this won't be something I can fix, but I better pry off the skirting board and see what's up.

Also, the front yard looks awful as my beneficial nematodes met an untimely frozen death earlier this year. I am anti-herbicide, so this means I will be digging weeds by hand before replacing nematodes.

I still have my plans for an owl box, but I haven't taken that anywhere.  I really should bite the bullet and go buy a table saw. I've spent more on shoes.

I also need to check for places where squirrels are getting into my attic. This makes me slightly nervous as I frequently fall off, or down ladders. But I shouldn't put it off any longer. The little bastards may be destroying something up there.

And there's the non-stop house painting. I'm beginning to think I'm the world's slowest painter, but the preparation is the slow bit. Filling plastic cracks is almost like pottery class.

On the other hand, I may just say "fuck this" and take the Suzuki out for a few hours instead.

at least we get laid a lot

crouching tiger, aching dragon

Last week I wasn't able to make a single shaolin class, so I made damned sure I went to last night's 7:00 show. It's easier to arrive on time as most traffic has died down, and I can take Royal Lane all the way from Irving to 635.

Usually each class is scheduled for an hour, but continue for about 15 minutes longer than usual. Which is no big deal. We always spend the first 15 minutes warming up with pushups and other boot camp stuff.  But last night's class went on until almost 9:00 pm.

I don't think I'd feel quite so beat-up now if we hadn't been working on some of the more advanced stances. For example, we started learning the crouching tiger stance (yes, it exists), which requires shifting almost all your weight to one leg and then bending it so that your thigh's almost parallel to the floor. Getting into the stance is one thing, but holding it is what makes you want to cry.

We also practiced break falls, which is just what it sounds like. One version of a break fall requires doing a complete forward roll/flip before ending up back on your feet. I only got this right once.

When I finally got home, it was all I could do to stand in the shower for about 10 minutes before reaching for the Moisture Maniac shampoo and Miss Dior bath gel.

This morning, I found it difficult to walk up the one flight of stairs to my cube. I feel like a short piece of chewed string.

The return of Beaker

I got my hair cut Saturday afternoon. Real short. Real, real short.

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