I am so bloody middle class - Tactical Ninja
Aug. 16th, 2012
11:26 am - I am so bloody middle class
One of the things I love about Dr Wheel is that he doesn’t stuff around. He just gets on with whatever he’s doing and so things get done. You know how yesterday I said we’d decided to buy a giant TV? Turns out that as I typed that, he was busy getting one sorted (that was the deal - he sorted the telly, I sorted the double glazing). And unexpectedly, it arrived in the shop round the corner from us yesterday afternoon. So last night after work we carried this giant thing through Cuba Mall and into our house. I felt quite exposed doing this - big-screen tvs are one of those markers of middle-classness and because I’m from a very working-class background, I’m struggling a bit to reconcile my financial comfortableness and big-screen tv ownership with my internalised perception of what these things mean.
But anyway, yes. We now have a big-screen tv and it’s big.
It sat in the lounge like this for ages because we were all out last night - Dr Wheel had a meeting, the YoT had a night class, and I had hand-balancing. In which, by the way, I managed to press from headstand to handstand for the first time. With a spotter, because my balance is still not quite there, and I’m not sure how much help he was (he claims it was all me but I find it hard to tell). But yes, I did it. I was the only woman who did. Meanwhile all the men did, which made me realise that, like that article says, doing handbalancing while being a man is kind of like playing a videogame on casual. You just don’t have to work so hard at it.
Anyway, I did it. That’s two major milestones in one week, and I’m over here patting myself on the back, or I would be if I wasn’t so stiff I can’t actually reach my back today. *cough*
Then there was relaxing on beanbags with the fantastic slow cooker stew thing I made and fresh crusty bread, and marvelling at the giantness of the people in the little box:
Tony Soprano is bigger than my head.
This weekend it will go up on the wall, and then there might be some lounge rearrangement. Eventually we want to get new couches but the coffers need to recover from this round of splurging before we do that.
And I need to devise a drip-baffle for outside our bedroom where drips from the roof fall and hit the top of the heat pump that’s attached to the wall outside on the next floor down, going TAP!TAP!TAP! all fucking night when it’s raining. Because *GNNG*
Anyway, thank you folks who expressed interest in the magic/drugs thing. I will cogitate some more because at the moment I’m following three different threads with it and I haven’t reached the end of them yet. I’m also trying to work out how to do it without spoilers, so it may be a while.
Taking bets on which of my fellow cohabitors will be XBoxing on the giant telly when I get home from my tutorial tonight...
PS Sam Hankins randomly showed up in the handbalancing class last night. Apparently he's in Wellington now and may show up to Fidels one Friday to say hi to y'all.