Good day today. A lesson I thought would go well in one class today STANK so I made some changes (snipped a bit here, added a bit there, threw in some intuitive ad-libs on top...). And so then, the lesson I thought was going to be really horrible (because they were horrible the last time I taught them) and that I had been quietly dreading all week (I’m going to have to be Mr. Angry, aren’t I? I’m going to have to be Mr. Shouty, aren’t I?) actually went really well. And I found myself praising the class at the end. Everything I wanted to get done in class was done.
So I may get the hang of this teaching thing one day. It’s only taken me ten years. And I didn’t need to have worried so much about that class after all (kind of brings to mind yesterday’s meditation really doesn’t it?)
And then Taga-san (aka kindest man in Kyoto) lent me a bicycle from KCTP until such time as I get round to replacing the stolen one (someone else may be giving me one - a bicycle, yes). And I told him about the one stolen from my apartment building and he said:
“Was it a fixed lock? Because they are really easy to break. You just smack it and it comes off.”
And I said “What? So why is it when the police have stopped me previously, they always said the chain lock I had was unsafe and I should get a fixed lock?”
“Well, they stopped you because they think that if you have a chain lock, you must have smacked off the original fixed lock and stolen the bicycle.”
“Yeah, they used to stop me a lot.”
“The police are idiots, aren’t they?”
“Yeah, they really are.”
So that’s it. A pure blog today. No videos or pictures just words. And my final words are to my eldest sister, who probably won’t ever get around to reading them but anyway:
“Happy Birthday, Bernadette- and I’m really sorry about forgetting to send a card!”
I’ll call her at some impossible hour instead. Goodnight.
