Commandante es muerto
I really don't give a shit about blogging anymore, or even writing. Not sure why. Telling stories is just too much work now. Maybe I don't think my life is interesting lately. Or I can't write well anymore.
But I had some fun this week. My Ex, Vanessa came down from Houston for my didjeridu workshop on Saturday. I hadn't put any effort into promoting this one, and no one showed up, so it was a bummer. But I showed V and another friend a few things, and V kindly bought one of my painted didjes.
On Sunday morning we went boating with my parents, and I tried wakeboarding for the first time. No one knew how to get started on the board, so I just let them pull me a dozen times until I finally stood up, then I had a pretty long ride on it, going back and forth and getting used to it before I fell, then I was tired so we went swimming.
That evening V and I drove back to Houston and had dinner with her housemate Susana and some of her friends. We went to Cafe Japon, where I got a call during dinner from a fellow blogger, Digital Femme. She said she was unaware that I liked Japanese food. Having never met her before, I was amazed to find her eating in the same Houston restaurant as me just one table over. For two people like us, however, this was fitting. We were planning to meet the next night for dinner anyway.
The main reason I went to Houston was to check out the indoor climbing gyms. I went to Stone Moves in Willowbrook on Monday and the guys were really nice and answered every question I had about their business. I'm looking into opening a gym here in Corpus, so they were very helpful. They offered to let me climb around, but I planned to go later with V, and I didn't want to embarrass myself since I'm way out of climbing shape. And V and I both had colds and were miserable all week. We got to know Digital Femme better that night, and I played the didj for her and some of V's other friends, who were suitably impressed ;p
V and I were supposed to climb on Tuesday, but I took some of her Dayquil and felt so drugged I could barely drag myself out of bed by lunchtime. In the evening we pretended we were healthy and I took her to a capoeira class at the Brazilian Arts Foundation.
Commandante died on Tuesday morning. He was a parakeet that Susana was petsitting for a friend. He was due to be picked up that day, but he just couldn't wait. Her friend thinks that he didn't get enough attention so he tried to bust out and broke his neck. RIP.
On Wednesday I did more research at Texas Rock Gym, but I was running late so I didn't get a chance to climb there either before I left. Next time I really need to do some climbing. I made it back to Corpus in time to do some more capoeira, but my knee has been sore ever since.
I've been working on my diving website and handing out cards for that the past few days. The site still needs a lot of work, but it's coming along. I need to get in the water and take some more pictures or video. I hope to have an excuse soon.
And I've been playing the didj every night this week for meditation. I change notes every night to harmonize with a different chakra, and play for half an hour or more. If nothing else, it's good practice, and as they say, the path is the goal.
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