all riot on the western front, or; I CAN HAZ ELL JAY?!
Spending more than a few hours reliving the past on the internet had me thinking: I have these places where I can suss things out. Why don't I use 'em?
Might be the uncomfortable chair we choose to use at this desk. Who knows?
I should be packing for our impending move, but I don't wanna. Our landlords have decided to choose the autumn of a really shitty financial year to sell their rental property. We flirted with the idea of buying the house, but thought better of it. So we have to vacate, even though our landlords have no potential buyer. They want to show the place empty. SRSLY. Ha! It will be empty for a long, long time, we think. This should be fun to watch from down the hill. It's been a nuisance, though, because the fellow half of the landlord team seems hellbent on gussying the place up for "curb appeal." And their lack of planning now constitutes an emergency for all of us, so we have to put up with him coming by EVERY DAY to work on the lawn and the irrigation system. Dude, we've lived here for over four years, and NOW you think the irrigation is an issue? He still hasn't finished the floor he replaced last winter, nor has he sealed the hole in our utility room wall that the rats made. I just hope we get our deposit back in full, though I just learned that in the state of Oregon landlords do not have to pay tenants the interest gained on deposits. Shit.
I've had not one but two parties express interest in buying my yoga studio. One offer is more promising than the other, since the person interested is a local that I've known for a spell. I also know she and her husband have more than a few coins to spare to buy the business. Oh, and they love Ashland, and want their kids growing up here as well. The fellow and I keep tossing around the idea of leaving sometime in the future, but he can't seem to commit to a plan. It's times like these I wish he were a total dick so I could leave him. Ha ha.
I've noticed that as I get older my tolerance for BS decreases. I also lose interest in things much more quickly. Truth be told, I still love teaching yoga. Running the business here in Ashland, though... that leaves a lot to be desired. I've been missing bike-related work some, though teaching at the bike school is not under that umbrella. So I'm confronted with the age-old question of "What do I want to be when I grow up?" I'm just kind of over everything.
"Everything" also includes roller derby. I should clarify: it includes skating for this team here in Southern Oregon. I am so over doing a shit-ton of work and research on various aspects of building a team and making us all "legal" to compete, only to have my efforts thwarted by our Jesus-loving yet misogynist head coach. (Really. Dude, you don't think women can actually do shit on their own, but you wanna coach a derby league?) I also don't like coming up with ideas for drills or fundraising efforts and then having our coach's wife take credit for my ideas. (It's not only happening to me, but this is my journal, so... yeah.) But I LOVE skating and I do love the fact that I've met some really rad women in this area. (FINALLY.) A few of us skaters went up to Portland for a weekend training clinic with the Rose City Rollers, and we were so blown away by how awesome their whole organization is. Couple that with a weekend running around Portland, and I got all sorts of fed up with the shit that is life in Ashland.
My naturopath thinks I might be anemic. On one hand that surprises me, because I've been so damned good about eating well and eating whole foods and the like. On the other hand, I'd imagine that my incredibly physical lifestyle makes it hard for me to get everything I need to stay healthy. I hope she's right, because it should be an easy fix. If she's wrong, well... perhaps my theory of needing a change of scenery might be more plausible. Better that than some life-threatening illness.
However: when you live in Ashland you get to experience some crazy shit. Like drinking beer with John Doe after a show at your friends' bar because the place is just that small. If only they'd serve halfway decent vegan options there. I'd twist their arm to get Ted Leo to play there. Once we move, we'll actually be closer! So he can even stay at our new house.
Might be the uncomfortable chair we choose to use at this desk. Who knows?
I should be packing for our impending move, but I don't wanna. Our landlords have decided to choose the autumn of a really shitty financial year to sell their rental property. We flirted with the idea of buying the house, but thought better of it. So we have to vacate, even though our landlords have no potential buyer. They want to show the place empty. SRSLY. Ha! It will be empty for a long, long time, we think. This should be fun to watch from down the hill. It's been a nuisance, though, because the fellow half of the landlord team seems hellbent on gussying the place up for "curb appeal." And their lack of planning now constitutes an emergency for all of us, so we have to put up with him coming by EVERY DAY to work on the lawn and the irrigation system. Dude, we've lived here for over four years, and NOW you think the irrigation is an issue? He still hasn't finished the floor he replaced last winter, nor has he sealed the hole in our utility room wall that the rats made. I just hope we get our deposit back in full, though I just learned that in the state of Oregon landlords do not have to pay tenants the interest gained on deposits. Shit.
I've had not one but two parties express interest in buying my yoga studio. One offer is more promising than the other, since the person interested is a local that I've known for a spell. I also know she and her husband have more than a few coins to spare to buy the business. Oh, and they love Ashland, and want their kids growing up here as well. The fellow and I keep tossing around the idea of leaving sometime in the future, but he can't seem to commit to a plan. It's times like these I wish he were a total dick so I could leave him. Ha ha.
I've noticed that as I get older my tolerance for BS decreases. I also lose interest in things much more quickly. Truth be told, I still love teaching yoga. Running the business here in Ashland, though... that leaves a lot to be desired. I've been missing bike-related work some, though teaching at the bike school is not under that umbrella. So I'm confronted with the age-old question of "What do I want to be when I grow up?" I'm just kind of over everything.
"Everything" also includes roller derby. I should clarify: it includes skating for this team here in Southern Oregon. I am so over doing a shit-ton of work and research on various aspects of building a team and making us all "legal" to compete, only to have my efforts thwarted by our Jesus-loving yet misogynist head coach. (Really. Dude, you don't think women can actually do shit on their own, but you wanna coach a derby league?) I also don't like coming up with ideas for drills or fundraising efforts and then having our coach's wife take credit for my ideas. (It's not only happening to me, but this is my journal, so... yeah.) But I LOVE skating and I do love the fact that I've met some really rad women in this area. (FINALLY.) A few of us skaters went up to Portland for a weekend training clinic with the Rose City Rollers, and we were so blown away by how awesome their whole organization is. Couple that with a weekend running around Portland, and I got all sorts of fed up with the shit that is life in Ashland.
My naturopath thinks I might be anemic. On one hand that surprises me, because I've been so damned good about eating well and eating whole foods and the like. On the other hand, I'd imagine that my incredibly physical lifestyle makes it hard for me to get everything I need to stay healthy. I hope she's right, because it should be an easy fix. If she's wrong, well... perhaps my theory of needing a change of scenery might be more plausible. Better that than some life-threatening illness.
However: when you live in Ashland you get to experience some crazy shit. Like drinking beer with John Doe after a show at your friends' bar because the place is just that small. If only they'd serve halfway decent vegan options there. I'd twist their arm to get Ted Leo to play there. Once we move, we'll actually be closer! So he can even stay at our new house.