Walked to Hung Shing Yeh beach with weights, 30 min swimming and water dancing, cloudy and very humid morning. No change to pain between greater and lesser sciatic notch.
This is why I love dance and this is how I feel (click to listen and watch in a separate window). I had to drag my sorry ass up to and back from the city of sadness and when I got on to the Lamma ferry in the evening this lady behind me kept letting her shopping bag bat me in the ass, and so I THREW my shit down and DANCED in rage when I got to my seat. I am sorry I scared her but my butt hurts and my goddamn prostate has set up a branch office in my goddamn shoulder.
Commute is brutal. The West Rail train from Mei Foo has flat steel seats and unlike the East Rail (the former Kowloon Canton Railway) no first class car with plush seats, and unlike the form fit steel seats of the main lines the flat steel seats are a punishment on my newly bony ass, you’d rather just stand all the way. So I change at Mei Foo and stand until Admiralty on the return home. The change at Mei Foo is a nice break, there’s a bookshop with mostly Chinese, some English titles, a pleasant park, and some interesting restaurants.
The job in the city of sadness is in a public housing block. Now, these blocks aren’t luxurious but they are decent, and there’s always a comprehensive set of shops and recreational facilities at their base. The job is three hours of IELTS tutoring which makes it worth the long commute. And I can grab a lunch at the bun shop before the class, and then have coffee at McDonald’s and organize my notes after class.
But it sucks to have to commute, which here involves a lot of walking, and not be able to rest the butt. I do have a stay now scheduled in Thailand at a resort for a week and during that week I shall swim everywhere and never walk, as if I could fly and leave the surly bounds of earth, and rest my weary bones, impacted as they are by 62 years of being slammed against the Earth in its grave embrace. Or something.
I mean what IS this shit I gotta go to work while my body slowly falls apart? Uh…yeah.
Let me disclose the gifts reserved for age
To set a crown upon your lifetime’s effort.
First, the cold fricton of expiring sense
Without enchantment, offering no promise
But bitter tastelessness of shadow fruit
As body and sould begin to fall asunder.
Second, the conscious impotence of rage
At human folly, and the laceration
Of laughter at what ceases to amuse.
And last, the rending pain of re-enactment
Of all that you have done, and been; the shame
Of things ill done and done to others’ harm
Which once you took for exercise of virtue.
Then fools’ approval stings, and honour stains.
From wrong to wrong the exasperated spirit
Proceeds, unless restored by that refining fire
Where you must move in measure, like a dancer.
TS Eliot
Edward G. Nilges, Alice in Wonderland and Evil Chuckie, 2012, pencil, pen, computer modifications. A4 size. Copyright Edward G. Nilges 2012, moral rights asserted.
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