Goodbyes and Aikido...
... but not having much to do with one another, just being neighbors in my schedule.
Jake has returned to Dublin. We really enjoyed his company here, and his sense of discovering our new home town.
I made a guilty plea to not go with to the airport to see him off; I wanted to go to aikido, a doubly good thing after all the fancy eating we've been doing these last few days. dear_hubby went with him, and all was good.
Aikido was good but in a sort of challenging, "Frack! I thought I knew this! But I don't!!! *whaaa!*" sort of way. And I think I'm going to take a 4th kyu exam in June? Ri-i-i-i-i-ight. *sigh*
And it was pouring cats and dogs while I biked to and from the training. At least, when dear_hubby got the bike, we also sprung for a most excellent set of rain-clothing - a jacket with hood, trousers and two "boots". Except for a few splatters on my regular trousers, I'm a dry little crazysoph, yay.
The only other thing to report was some idiot on a scooter while I was arriving home: he tail gated me along the "home stretch" and then yelled something at me (which, neener! neener! I can't hear because of your stupidly loud engine...) as he passed/cut me off (almost). Of course, he's riding without any kind of license plate - if he'd had one, the first thing I'd have done on arriving home would be to phone the police. (I'd have memorized a license plate. No. Problem.)
Instead, I get to practice letting-go - of the evening's aikido frustrations, the stupid scooter-driver, the bad weather, and return to normal stuff - getting my gi and other bits into the washer, putting away some bits, hanging out the rain gear to dry...
Thanks for stoppin'.
Jake has returned to Dublin. We really enjoyed his company here, and his sense of discovering our new home town.
I made a guilty plea to not go with to the airport to see him off; I wanted to go to aikido, a doubly good thing after all the fancy eating we've been doing these last few days. dear_hubby went with him, and all was good.
Aikido was good but in a sort of challenging, "Frack! I thought I knew this! But I don't!!! *whaaa!*" sort of way. And I think I'm going to take a 4th kyu exam in June? Ri-i-i-i-i-ight. *sigh*
And it was pouring cats and dogs while I biked to and from the training. At least, when dear_hubby got the bike, we also sprung for a most excellent set of rain-clothing - a jacket with hood, trousers and two "boots". Except for a few splatters on my regular trousers, I'm a dry little crazysoph, yay.
The only other thing to report was some idiot on a scooter while I was arriving home: he tail gated me along the "home stretch" and then yelled something at me (which, neener! neener! I can't hear because of your stupidly loud engine...) as he passed/cut me off (almost). Of course, he's riding without any kind of license plate - if he'd had one, the first thing I'd have done on arriving home would be to phone the police. (I'd have memorized a license plate. No. Problem.)
Instead, I get to practice letting-go - of the evening's aikido frustrations, the stupid scooter-driver, the bad weather, and return to normal stuff - getting my gi and other bits into the washer, putting away some bits, hanging out the rain gear to dry...
Thanks for stoppin'.