Move Hands/Wipe Off

7:10 am on a Lauderdale Sunday morning finds me pedaling a half hour trip to the beach. Free Tai Chi starts at Eight. This will be my third time. First one was a dream. Did everything well. Second was also very good. Today I am hoping the tropical offshore storm soaks sand where I will be standing.

I got a plugged pipe. This is not making me feel cool. Now I am going through these moves like a drunken epilectic. Can’t focus. Oh, sure, I can still see the bikini tourists. I ain’t dead. But my only real goal is to stick this out for the hour and go back home.

Class finished and I am getting off bike at my gate. Figure to check car oil ’cause I will be driving it later to a “Martial Art” class (active sunnuva beetch ain’t I?). Rain starts fallin’. Park bike, car can wait, go into house and now my ass wants to sit down. In the John. Grab a Bukowski book and move to office.

Heavy stuff is fallin’ on the roof. Stuff goes through this body and splashes out underneath.

After cleanin’ up I think of how my form needs work.

That my timing is for crap seems  acceptable.