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Good, Bad...
Feb. 7th, 2007 10:54 amGood: Tammie and I have been to two roller derby practices with the Arch Rival Roller Girls this week. They've been very welcoming and very encouraging about our chances to gain the needed skills.
Bad: My knees and ass have lovely big bruises to show for it, and I'm sore in just about every muscle I own. Frighteningly, that's from only partial practices. Monday we skipped the strength training and did some simple skate drills (which accounts for the bruises), and Tuesday we did the strength training--or as much of it as our muscles would stand--but skipped the skating on account of a) it was going to be more advanced than we felt ready for and b) Chris was at home watching Rosa and didn't feel well. The plan is to go back on Thursday for more punishment.
Unknown: After a week of practices, we'll hopefully have a good idea of whether we can take this. Whether or not we actually have the time to devote three nights a week to skate practice is another open question.
Good: Finished foiling the glass for Conflation last night
Bad: My fingers are all sliced up
Good: Acupuncture appointment this morning
Bad: Fuel gauge idiot light was on
Good: Winning $6 scratcher ticket
Bad: The gas station clerk obliterated the validation numbers on the ticket and after waiting fifteen minutes or so while she called the Lottery to try to pay it, in the end I have to take the stupid thing to the Lottery office to claim my six bucks
Worse: Zooming to work late, I got a traffic ticket
I'm the man with the gun: Last night/this morning I had a weird dream featuring Ray. I was with Rosa somewhere: a shopping mall or similar; there were a lot of people around. Ray came in with two guys I didn't know, who said they were going to rob the place. He gave them a handgun to use for the robbery. It turned into a hostage situation...but the only thing I found myself thinking was "If we get out of this alive, I'll have sole custody...giving a firearm to someone to use in a crime is a felony." (Of course, being as I could identify him, I probably wasn't going to be allowed to survive the experience, but I didn't think that during the dream.)
Bad: My knees and ass have lovely big bruises to show for it, and I'm sore in just about every muscle I own. Frighteningly, that's from only partial practices. Monday we skipped the strength training and did some simple skate drills (which accounts for the bruises), and Tuesday we did the strength training--or as much of it as our muscles would stand--but skipped the skating on account of a) it was going to be more advanced than we felt ready for and b) Chris was at home watching Rosa and didn't feel well. The plan is to go back on Thursday for more punishment.
Unknown: After a week of practices, we'll hopefully have a good idea of whether we can take this. Whether or not we actually have the time to devote three nights a week to skate practice is another open question.
Good: Finished foiling the glass for Conflation last night
Bad: My fingers are all sliced up
Good: Acupuncture appointment this morning
Bad: Fuel gauge idiot light was on
Good: Winning $6 scratcher ticket
Bad: The gas station clerk obliterated the validation numbers on the ticket and after waiting fifteen minutes or so while she called the Lottery to try to pay it, in the end I have to take the stupid thing to the Lottery office to claim my six bucks
Worse: Zooming to work late, I got a traffic ticket
I'm the man with the gun: Last night/this morning I had a weird dream featuring Ray. I was with Rosa somewhere: a shopping mall or similar; there were a lot of people around. Ray came in with two guys I didn't know, who said they were going to rob the place. He gave them a handgun to use for the robbery. It turned into a hostage situation...but the only thing I found myself thinking was "If we get out of this alive, I'll have sole custody...giving a firearm to someone to use in a crime is a felony." (Of course, being as I could identify him, I probably wasn't going to be allowed to survive the experience, but I didn't think that during the dream.)
