A breath before dying. Or something.
I went with a friend to the teeny tiny little local co-op today and it rocks! I'll be joining for sure. There were a bunch of homeschooled kids there and the mom of one of the homeschooled TKD students was there as well. Crunchy peeps, all. Like minds, I guess. Tons of organic goodness. Good prices, too.
I'm entering "holy-crap-the-test-is-upon-me" mode, which means a bit of stress, though not manifesting in much other than less patience than usual with the little muNKis. This actually gave me the idea of setting a timer for their dinner clean-up activities, the idea being that if they beat the clock, they could stay up and read, and if not, it was lights-out. This idea was so successful that it will be employed for the rest of time as we know it. It was such an improvement on the usual dilly-dally-and-bicker fest that I stand (or sit) amazed.
Red-belt class kind of kicked my bum, and all I can think about is that tomorrow will be hours of it. Hours.
I have a bath waiting. I plan to sit in it and rest my aching (yet strangely restless) thigh muscle (yes only one thigh :-P ) and read Eragon because GLORY HALLELUJIA (Jaffar), I have finished the final existing Thomas Covenant book. I could study the curriculum more, but I seem to know all the answers (ha ha) , so the only danger is that I might freeze up under pressure. So far that hasn't been an issue for me. But now I've jinxed myself. Crap.
I am nervous, but not gut-wrenchingly so, since there's nothing I can do about it. I am extremely hopeful that GuTTer MuNKi will make it all the way through without his injured whatsit (front upper leg tendony or ligamenty sort of thing) taking him out. I had a dream last night that we had begun the test and it had fizzled spectacularly after only 30 or 40 kicks because either GuTTer MuNKi had a blowout or the white belt who will test with us couldn't breathe. It was a huge letdown because I felt I hadn't really earned my belt. Then I realised that we hadn't even broken boards or GOTTEN new belts and I was just confused at that point.
Tonight's dreams will likely only be wierder. I do hope to see you again.
PS I am informed by my beloved that James Bond has already kicked the respective asses of all previous Bonds to date in box office take. So here's where I get to say how smart I am about these things. [/I-told-you-soing]