Amazingly, I have nothing to bitch about today. That's new for me since I've managed to see something crappy about every Navy-filled day of the last thirteen years. Is it surrender? Maturity? A ball gag? Or - gasp - maybe I genuinely have not been confronted by anything nasty in the realm of Navy?
I'm not holding my breath, mind you. Could still be a ball gag I haven't quite gotten wise to.
The past several days have been overwhelming, between hosting a spiritual gathering this past weekend in beautiful Julian, preparing to walk the 3 Day in a month, whining about my wrist and my knee bothering me, and applying to Seton Hill University's Master's degree program in Writing Popular Fiction. Yeah. Lots going on. And not a bit of it snark-worthy.
Unless my knee warrants snarkage. But since it has only just decided to crap out on me, after thirty-some years of tender use, the ungrateful sodding joint, I really can't whine too much yet. Yeah, it hurts. Wah. Tomorrow it'll be fine again. [Note to knee: Timing could be better. Please to work on that.]
I've also decided lately that it's time to pursue some of my physical interests. Namely, yoga and tribal belly dance. I need the workout, and my body screams for movement that encourages my increasingly kala lifestyle. I haven't seen any tribal teachers in the San Diego area, so I might be screwed outside of DVDs. But that's fine, since I dance like a white girl strapped to a tree trunk with poisoned barbs and cheap drugstore no-heat bikini wax strips. Much better to get the feel for the style in the privacy of my own home before instilling a dark nugget of despair in the hearts of all who witness the travesty that is my dancing.
Bah! Stay tuned. I'm sure in another three or four days the Navy will pull more of its shenanigans, and I'll be back, snark firmly in hand, flailing away at the injustice of it all.
;) Kidding, universe! That was *not* an invitation! Kthxbye.
The long one about failure.
3 days ago