1 I'm kinda thinking of taking up boxing.
2 It happened last night.
3 I went on a speed run for groceries over to our local Save Mart and parked next to a smaller building with a side door. I went into the Mart and got whatever necessities I deemed necessary.
4 When I got outside it was dark.
5 I heard the sound of a punching bag. I peeked in the side door to the old building to find a guy who looked pretty nimble having at it.
6 I laughed.
7 Our night custodian, Francisco was a boxer when he was a younger man. He has given me brief lessons at various times through the years.
8 This place had karate and a few other martial arts, but for some reason boxing seemed like it would be a fun thing to learn.
9 I pictured myself bouncing around and pounding the punching bag for a few hours.
10 Then I thought I would inevitably have to take up sparring.
11 That ended my dream of boxing.
12 It occurred to me that you could get hit. I could lose the few teeth I have, or get a fat lip.
13 I also thought boxing could scramble my brain.
14 That was it for that one.
15 Except I also thought that it would be amazing exercise. I tried boxing a couple of times growing up and found myself exhausted by the third round. I pictured myself in much better shape.
16 I also thought it would be great to get into some shape in the event someone tries to rob me or something when I get old.
17 Old people are targets for those sorts. It brought out my Irish. We not only drink, laugh and dream, we are also expected to be pugnacious. How nice it would be to clip some robber on the chin.
18 My heart tells me I'm a pacifist. I seldom use that word because it instantly illicits silly arguments about "You mean to tell me if someone were beating up your grandmother, you wouldn't do anything?" Stuff like that.
19 My answer: "Nope." It is enough.
20 I choose to be non-confrontational whenever necessary.
21 At least physically.
22 It's a lot safer. There are crazies out there. And most anyone can beat me up.
23 Moving On, Part One: This isn't exactly moving on, but I also thought that if I got good enough at pummeling a punching bag that I could purchase a good bop bag for home use.
24 I'm not going to lie.
25 I'm not EVEN going to lie.
26 I've punched a punching bag.
27 One of those long ones that hangs on a hook.
28 I almost broke my hand. They're a pretty fierce opponent.
29 I'm not sure.
30 I did toy with the idea of getting a bop bag and then when anyone annoys me during the day, taking their picture, blowing it up to face size and taping it to the bop bag.
31 I imagine that would be amazing exercise and a fairly easy release of pent up stress.
32 It'd be good for a few laughs too.
33 Just thinking about it.
34 Moving On, Part Two: Anybody lookin'? Not too many lately. Yesterday I forgot to push the "publish" button. I went to check the DN traffic, always conjested and bumper-to-bumper. Crickets. Anyway I have to get in early today.
35 I don't mind, it's just that you get into a routine each day and old habits are difficult. This morning I have to get in earlier because my classroom is a testing room for the CST Mock Cahsee Something-Or-Other Test.
36 Bottom line: I have to get there extra early so that I could pick up testing materials. That's what happens when you luck out and they use your classroom for testing.
37 I'm used to it. I've learned how to set all the desks up and organize stuff. My concern is getting out the door this morning. I'm still in Old Skool mode. Last week they called us out on coming in right when the bell rings. Or the horn honks or whatever that obnoxious noise is. It's not a bell, I'll tell you that much. My school should get the No-Bell Prize.
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39 Inthis exciting? I'll never do that to you again. I PROMISE. <mouths the word "NEV-ver".
40 fdafajfdafkfjdsaf.
41 Tough year. Too many disruptions and switcheroos. I'm hoping next year will go smoother.
42 Yeesh.
43 AnywayZ
44 No point in stretching this out.
45 Dang. DN customers just exited in droves.
46 Anybody lookin'?
47 Gottago. Home opener today. Cut work and go to the Yard. Buy tix from a scalper named Kevin. He goes back to Candlestick, and his tix are legit.
48 Thanks for listening.
49 See you again.
50 Peace.
~H~
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