Ita Erat Quando Hic Adveni 2

It was that way when I got here.

I didn't do it. I swear. We got a little bit of a late start to the pool today, thank goodness. If I hadn't gotten into a little bit of an emailing fest, we'd likely have been IN the pool when they evacuated the school, which means we'd have been sent half naked and shivering out into the COLD, wet day. Blech. Thank goodness for small blessings. As it was, we arrived at the pool (which is attached to a high school) to find a couple of fire trucks and a couple of cop cars blocking off the entry. We were marshalled off to the nearby Middle School (I think) parking lot where we sat and watched the Channel 7 helicopter come zooming over. Shortly afterwards, the emergency services folks left and we were able to get to the road that goes around the back of the school to the pool. Bad timing. Aparently they had evacuated several hundred students into schoolbuses lining the road and NOW they were all getting let out. Here we are, waiting for some of the herd to cross. And waiting. And waiting. If I'd have been smart, I'd have turned around and just left, but I clung to a shred of hope that we'd still be able to swim for a little bit. Alas. As it is, the children are thrilled to have made the news if even in a miniature version of our van.



Firemen were there, so it was well worth the wait. :-)

Tomorrow is Tournament Day!! Tournaments take ALL day, and involve a lot of waiting around, and are just generally exHAUSTing. John and I are taking our gear in case there are other people against whom we can compete, but typically there's not a big showing amongst the adults. Mollusc, Sluggie and Gogo will be competing for sure. John doesn't want me sparring with my knee on the edge like this (we test for senior red a week from tomorrow) and I have to begrudgingly agree that he's right. Sigh. But we may split an entry and have him spar and me do forms if there are other adults there.

Our Master thinks I should see a Dr. about my knee. I'm not a huge fan of doctors. I don't trust them so much with my inner workings. If it's an eye infection or whatever that's one thing, but the physician's assistant at TKD told me it's likely torn cartiledge under my kneecap, and Googling seems to confirm this. I very much doubt that there's anything non-invasive that can be done for it. But I guess I'm going to bite the bullet and go see one anyway. :-/ What I dread is being told that I have to stop doing TKD or take a break. I won't do that. I also don't want to hear anything about surgery. I have my line all worked out in case of unwanted news.

Te audire no possum. Musa sapientum fixa est in aure.
I can't hear you. I have a banana in my ear.

Our Master's wife had knee surgery to scrape out some broken cartiledge under her kneecap and if anything her knee is worse than before the surgery. So what's the point of going to the doc? None. This is why I have yet to go. I love TKD. And it doesn't hurt when I do class. It only feels weird and edgy after kicking bags or people. And only sometimes. It'll heal up again, right? :-) The ONE hope I hold out is that maybe there are some strengthening exercises I can do for the surrounding muscles that will help. I like swimming, I like kicking, I like to move it, move it. I don't wanna stop! Send some good vibes my way, eh?

Today's link: Fun Latin
I actually linked to that (well same content, diff site) some time ago, but I didn't have readers back then.

Wanna see what Google looks like for me now?

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Ees broken.
I told Google chat/mail that I wanted to see the mail page in Korean, and then I changed it back to English. Google chat/mail appears in English again, but Google search has been stuck in Korean ever since. Go figure. Doesn't really matter - just strange.

Mark your calendars, peeps. May 25th is Towel Day.

Time for another round of Caption This! Extra points if you Adobe up the sign or picture. Just post on your blog, or Flickr it and then link to it so we can all see. :-)



I guess I'll take the opportunity to do a Flash 55 here with this pic. I know my others were 100 word Drabbles, but the Friday Flash 55 seems to have caught on, and it's late, so 55 words = mo bettah.

It was a momentous decision. She knew that either way she chose, her life would never be the same - never could be. She headed down to the lake – the place where she always went to think. “What should I do?” she prayed. “I need guidance. Please give me a sign.” And then she looked up.