-- the sound of wings. 15
Rain blurs lines, distorts atmospheric perspective, washes away. It’s also always been a time for meditative reflection, if only because it often prevents most other outdoor activities, like birding, or attempting to stay dry. After much thinking, I’ve come to the conclusion that this might very well be the time to “wipe clean” the dojo and start over. Let’s be real Tenten, Lee-when exactly was the last time we saw Gai? We can no longer expect (or dread) some grand dancing-through-the-doorway to announce his joyous return. His own learning, here, takes precedence, as well as the infamy he’s garnering through competition (though I’m not entirely sure that has anything to do with his form). We need to restart the books, readvertise, and seek new blood if we don’t want to dwindle away into nothing, replaced by generic forms and three year black belt programs.
As my graduate programs don’t officially start until the Spring, I am willing to donate my time and earnings beyond living expenses (which may not be very much) to this endeavor. So the air conditioner is wiped-it’s the least of our worries. Whether or not the planks have dried and the roof’s stopped leaking, the point remains that it could easily grow worse the next rain. The floors will warp. Mold will grow. The building might be functional, but not entirely pleasant to new students. While I hold that training shouldn’t take place in an environment full of warmth and cupcakes, marketing dictates we at least look presentable.
I propose we move lessons, obtain the necessary permits, and refurbish. Tenten, you have the skills necessary to set this in motion, Lee… Well, you know. And contrary to popular belief, I do know how to hold a hammer. If nothing else, I have an eye for detail.
Perhaps there is tradition worth keeping.
And on another note, I suppose the auction wasn’t entirely horrible. My “purchaser” was agreeable and suitably non-chatty despite the fact that she had to be at least 50. Worse things have happened.
As my graduate programs don’t officially start until the Spring, I am willing to donate my time and earnings beyond living expenses (which may not be very much) to this endeavor. So the air conditioner is wiped-it’s the least of our worries. Whether or not the planks have dried and the roof’s stopped leaking, the point remains that it could easily grow worse the next rain. The floors will warp. Mold will grow. The building might be functional, but not entirely pleasant to new students. While I hold that training shouldn’t take place in an environment full of warmth and cupcakes, marketing dictates we at least look presentable.
I propose we move lessons, obtain the necessary permits, and refurbish. Tenten, you have the skills necessary to set this in motion, Lee… Well, you know. And contrary to popular belief, I do know how to hold a hammer. If nothing else, I have an eye for detail.
Perhaps there is tradition worth keeping.
And on another note, I suppose the auction wasn’t entirely horrible. My “purchaser” was agreeable and suitably non-chatty despite the fact that she had to be at least 50. Worse things have happened.