Sunday morning thoughts

So yet again I have several thoughts I am entertaining in my noggin. Here we go........

   Getting old and paying the price. So this last week has been very taxing physically. Started out fine but nose dived on Wednesday. I won't bore you with the details but I blew out my back, my fault, lifted with my back not my legs. Instead of listening to my body ( and wife ), I went to class Wednesday anyways, dumb move. By Thursday morning, I couldn't move. It was so bad I had to get Deb to put my socks on for me ( okay, I'll admit it, I kinda liked that ). So I heeded her advice and stayed away from the I Ho Chuan class Thursday evening and by Friday, low and behold, I could move again ( got a few "I told you so" from my lovely wife, well deserved I'll admit  ). Then Saturday afternoon, I was walking to my truck, looking at the beautiful clouds in the sky ( darn you mother nature with all your beauty ) and BANG, stepped on uneven ground, rolled my ankle, scrapped my knee and bruised the palm of my hand. Kody says I looked hilarious with my flailing roll of doom ( ahh family, always there to point out your flaws - I wouldn't have it any other way ). I thought I actually did fairly well on my way down, I extended my arms just like a break fall, slapped the ground and rolled out of it onto my back. Still, OWWWW! Now my ankle is a cankle, my right palm feels like tenderized jello and my knee keeps reminding me to sit down and stay down.
   So here I am Sunday morning, thinking maybe, just maybe, it would be safer to have a coffee a read the paper that to go outside and risk round three with the cold hilarious hand of fate.

   Thursday night was doubly tough because I was sitting in my van WATCHING the I Ho Chuan class and not partaking in it. Arggg, I did not like that. From what I could see, it looked like a great class and then hearing about a possible pending demo, time to get busy. I now realize just how much these classes mean to me, I do not want to miss another one!

   Renos at Tanarrama. From the very limited time I was there, it looks as though everything went good. A huge shout out to those who showed up to help. Even though this was a requirement in your I Ho Chuan training, it was actually so much more than that. There is no better way to get to know your team mates then this, a social setting with a goal.

   Now is the time to help out silent River Kung Fu. There is an over abundance of inventory that needs a new home. Gym bags ( large and medium ), t-shirts, sparring gear, uniforms ( top AND bottom ), water bottles, various shields, etc....
   So look at your gear, is it pristine? Or does it look like you where rolling in sharp rocks, tattered and full of holes. If pristine, good on ya, if tattered, I know a place that NEEDS your help, remember, shop local people, your community needs you, amazon does not.

   Last but certainly not least, this last week Master Brinker brought up one of the pictures on the Kwoon's hallowed walls. Soke Dave Mcneill. After a little reading up on him, I can see why. I won't go into details, I'll leave that up to you. but I challenge each of us to take the time and look at and research each picture up there. They are there for a reason, find out why, it's worth the effort.

https://gojushorei.com/soke-mcneill/