Progress, no downtime
Jul. 29th, 2019 06:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
flexagonLast week was a work-centric blur of trying to politically rehabilitate myself, in the context of a Very Large Engineering Project that has become flat-out unsafe to criticize. I did a fair amount of apologizing, and some explaining that I only ever say "Let's slow down and get this right" if I'm in favor of a project... if I don't like something I'll say "let's not do this project" (or possibly "it's your funeral, do what you want" depending on a few factors). There was a lot of travel and business dinners, as first some coworkers and my new director came to town, and then my director and I both waltzed off to Chicago for the day on Thursday. By the end of all this I'd had one-on-ones with a lot of people, and been astounded many times over by the ways in which folks can interpret one's actions when there isn't trust.
A first: ate a Chicago-style hot dog.
Then the weekend had precious little downtime. I liked going to the circus school's summer show (with the bug and Lion sitting with me, andrye performing!), but the highlight of the weekend was probably Norwood bringing his kids up to Boston where they met my cats and the bug. Honestly, for all Norwood's ex-wife was sure that they'd be scarred, scarred for life, by finding out I was married, they gave a lot more shits about the cats than the husband.
I did some good handstands though. Oh, not balancing, not really, but jumping up onto things is going better and I did more in that realm by myself on Sunday than I ever had before. I've never been able to make the straddle jump and my press attempts feel similar, like they're supposed to, but the jump up onto a higher surface DOES feel like a press, and that's giving me something encouraging to work with. To be clear, I'm only talking about jumping up onto something 5 panel mats high (7 or 8 inches?), but progress is progress.
Now getting some much-needed alone time.
A first: ate a Chicago-style hot dog.
Then the weekend had precious little downtime. I liked going to the circus school's summer show (with the bug and Lion sitting with me, and
rye performing!), but the highlight of the weekend was probably Norwood bringing his kids up to Boston where they met my cats and the bug. Honestly, for all Norwood's ex-wife was sure that they'd be scarred, scarred for life, by finding out I was married, they gave a lot more shits about the cats than the husband.I did some good handstands though. Oh, not balancing, not really, but jumping up onto things is going better and I did more in that realm by myself on Sunday than I ever had before. I've never been able to make the straddle jump and my press attempts feel similar, like they're supposed to, but the jump up onto a higher surface DOES feel like a press, and that's giving me something encouraging to work with. To be clear, I'm only talking about jumping up onto something 5 panel mats high (7 or 8 inches?), but progress is progress.
Now getting some much-needed alone time.
