The clock reads 12:30 a.m., and I’m in the middle of my fifth straight hour on my feet. The extra work for the lower extremities usually follows either a high-powered, double-timed training session in the gym or a regularly-paced self-training session at the guan with my two favorite females.
Merle and Ava just finished their second of six tests for the black belt and are very much in touch with my pain of two and half years ago. As I continue to watch my better half give the young’uns a run for their money and my daughter shed the last vestiges of her baby fat doing crescent kicks that make me envious of both her youth and long legs, I’m momentarily shaken by how fast time flies and how dramatically things change – even when doing nothing to facilitate it. Neither of the family’s other females have ever loved kung fu the way my son and I do. To watch them work so hard for something neither imagined working for at all can sometimes be surreal.
Equally ethereal is the fact that my overworked knees have never felt better or held deeper stances in forms than they do now that I’m either cooking or selling food all day with minimal benefit of a chair. It really is true that sitting for long periods with arthritis in lower joints is more painful and difficult to work with than constant use of the joints. Quite a few people have looked at me like I’m crazy when I tell them that my knees feel best while doing kung fu. I can now add that they feel better when I stand all day. Who knew?
But it ain’t all sunshine and roses by a long shot. I take my meal (yes, just one!) after midnight, daily. There simply isn’t an opportunity to feed myself while baking for the store. Eating has to wait until I’m home, and that need mentally arm wrestles the desire to shower. The shower always wins, pushing the meal even later.
As clear and convincing evidence of the search for time in my daily existence, I’m beginning this paragraph of my post three days after beginning the first. ‘Nuff said. Time to wrap this up or it’ll be President’s Day and irrelevant when I finally publish it.
I had my first taste of entrepreneurial anxiety this holiday week with the departure of my neighborhood regulars to hometowns of origin and not enough tourists taking their place. The flip side, however, is that a popular pizza joint in Fells Point and a landmark deli in Canton are now carrying my desserts. Folks are also taking pictures of my place from the other side of the street and selfies right below my sign. The name alone appears to be popular, which, along with having long-standing food business pros loving my desserts enough to toss their Restaurant Depot ones in the garbage, keeps this sleep-deprived baker smiling.
Happy New Year, WordPress family! Thanks for being a part of my crazy story. Gotta go back to work now….