Oddly, I have been down to Chicago several times in the past few weeks, for various reasons. After spending part of a day there, I lose all patience with Wisconsin drivers for a couple of weeks. Sheesh.
It is good, then, I guess, that I spent so much money making ZomCruiser road worthy, mostly, again. But the most important part, the iPod link to the stereo, is fully operational and I do not have to worry about THAT.
As I mentioned recently, i have a decent project to work on, for a while; the regret of course, is that most of my fees will not be forthcoming until early next year, but what can you do these days? Go all mush-brained and hole up in a bunker? Tempting, I know. But as I said, and took the beatings for saying so, I am keeping up some kind of muddled optimistic outlook, even if it is mud-covered and bedraggled. Besides, part of the project includes the renovation of this:
Not an earth-shattering project, by itself, perhaps; but it anchors a corner of an intersection that used to be a hopping business district as well as center of the African-American community, and is seeing some signs of life after much neglect. Also, yes, it is directly adjacent to another project of mine, visible to the right. And renovating a little trooper like that is a total party.
But I’m not here to talk about that. I’m here to talk about the draft. Wait, I’ll come in again. Let me refresh my drink.
I was talking about why my back and arms are sore and floppy today. It all has to do with my trip south of Chicago on Saturday. i hit the road at 5 AM, so I could spend 8 or 9 hours with this man as he demonstrated and taught us all the various ways the joints in a human body are not intended to bend.
OK, he looks a bit like a gnome, but you certainly don’t want to underestimate his ability to make you sorry you have arms, wrists, elbows, and fingers. And at 74, he was the jumpiest grandpa gnome I have ever seen.
It was a certification class in Joint Lock Manipulation and Throws, and BBBB knows what I’m talking about here. And I apologize to Ms. G for aggravating her wonky shoulder, but in my defense, she also stressed my aged knees. By the end, my arms and elbows and wrists were rubbery and near-useless, and my back was growling for relief.
And we spent the entire day practicing these vicious, dangerous techniques with a dozen black belts and a handful of Masters, and gobbled Advil by the handfuls afterward, and we had a wonderful time.