Choir was a bit strange. Everything was just as I remember it, except that they are talking about throwing around a lot more money than I'm used to. I'm going to have to chip $70 in for a dress, and they're talking of playing in a festival which I will have to pay to get in to. Then they rehearsed until 9, instead of 8. Which made me an hour late for Tae Kwon Do club! Forest was worried, and I was really irritated. Apparently this is going to be the status quo, so I had best plan on no longer attending club on Monday nights. Grrr.
Then I found out that Master Kim has had major surgery, and will be out indefinitely. Knowing him he will want to come back in two weeks, but his wife will threaten to withhold food from him for at least a couple of weeks after that. I worry about Master Kim, and hope he will be okay. I'm also depressed that I won't get to learn from him while he's out. I *do* value Forest's teaching, however Master Kim has so much to add from his own experience that I hocked up the cash for the class without thinking twice.
Speaking of class, the beginner's class on Tuesdays that I wanted to attend has been cancelled due to lack of enrollment, so I will be only attending the advanced class. This also bums me out, because I can't attend the beginner's class on Monday, and I really wanted a chance to soak up that information the same as everyone else does, so that I'm no longer missing any little peices of things. Forest promises he will relate them to me. I hope he will. I just never know what to ask about. We'll be meeting with the club members tonight after class to try to recover from all this shock and re-do the schedule. Who knows how it will all turn out.
So last night when we got home, Forest and I tried to get our minds off our worry about Master Kim. We had just started to relax and laugh a little bit when I missed him with a kick and caught the dishwasher instead. I think I probably cursed for five straight minutes. Forest parked me on the couch, gracefully waited to yell at me for kicking incorrectly until after he had brought me ice and fed me Tylenol. It hurt like hell. My toe looks like hamburger. I laughted hysterically for a while, then we tried to watch Empire Strikes Back. We were both so tired (I think more emotionally than physically) that we zonked before the rebels even left the ice planet. Someone called and woke us up, so that we shuffled off to bed.
I was sure today would be better, but when I limped into work I discovered that one of my servers in another building is in the process of throwing a hard drive. It is a very high profile server because it provides a unique service to about a thousand people. Needless to say, it's a big deal. I've spent my whole day limping back and forth to the server room in another building, trying to fix it, and am now going to migrate it to an entirely different machine. (A task, might I add, which is entirely unprecedented, and may very well be doomed to failure. With no chance for testing, I'm flying by the seat of my pants.) I was going to spend a nice quiet evening with Forest starting at 5, but now I'm betting I'll be working until it's time to go to Tae Kwon Do at 8.
Class promises to be incredibly painful, since I can't even walk right.
So all in all, I'd say I'm about ready for the good karma fairy to show up and wave her magic wand. This is getting a little too severely icky for my tastes.
