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Feb. 26th, 2007
I haven't done anythig even remotely resembling a workout in 1 1/2 years. Today, Two colleagues, the husband of one of them and the daughter of a third one, plus my humble self, had our first kick-box lesson. I used to do lots of sports a few years ago, so I know that this was a really mild workout. All the same, I'm half-dead, aching all over and so tired I could just fall asleep on the floor. Will go to bed shortly, to prevent that from happening. But it was fun for all of us, and we're all looking forward to our twice-a-week classes. There's also a useful side to the whole thing: for the last 15 minutes, our trainer teaches us street fight techniques.
The thing is, I don't mind being sore and tired. It's just that I know I wouldn't have been that wiped-out 10 years ago. So it basically is all about getting older - not that I mind, I'm just observing myself and drawing certain conclusions.
In othher news, I did an *extremely exciting* tour of the ambassador's residence today - female ambassador, btw - together with the ambassador and her housekeeper. Ambassador told me that doors on the first floor have to be repainted. I told her, quite laconically, that in my opinion they just have to be cleaned, much to the housekeeper's dismay. But honestly: If a wite-painted door is a little grey around the handle, it means you have to wash off the dirt, not repaint the whole thing.
Then housekeeper complains about the poor quality of the curtains, told me she had to re-seam them every time after washing them. She obviously wanted new curtains (the white, gauzy ones under the heavy ones). Upon closer examination, it turned out that she had sewn them rather badly, so I told her to do a better job next time because there aren't going to be any new curtians anytime soon. Big disappontment, but what can I do? We really don't have the money, and what little we have we spend on more important things.
Off to bed now, I can't even type anymore.
The thing is, I don't mind being sore and tired. It's just that I know I wouldn't have been that wiped-out 10 years ago. So it basically is all about getting older - not that I mind, I'm just observing myself and drawing certain conclusions.
In othher news, I did an *extremely exciting* tour of the ambassador's residence today - female ambassador, btw - together with the ambassador and her housekeeper. Ambassador told me that doors on the first floor have to be repainted. I told her, quite laconically, that in my opinion they just have to be cleaned, much to the housekeeper's dismay. But honestly: If a wite-painted door is a little grey around the handle, it means you have to wash off the dirt, not repaint the whole thing.
Then housekeeper complains about the poor quality of the curtains, told me she had to re-seam them every time after washing them. She obviously wanted new curtains (the white, gauzy ones under the heavy ones). Upon closer examination, it turned out that she had sewn them rather badly, so I told her to do a better job next time because there aren't going to be any new curtians anytime soon. Big disappontment, but what can I do? We really don't have the money, and what little we have we spend on more important things.
Off to bed now, I can't even type anymore.