I found
a silver-tipped cane at home, weighted vaguely like the swords we use in
practice. Jake said to practice my absetzens with it, propping the tip against the door and doing a
zillion repetitions from each side. Okay, so only a hundred for each side, but
still. But because I apparently can't keep the sword's tip actually aimed correctly, I have to practice with inanimate objects. So I spend a few minutes each day, attacking the doorknobs of my house while the cats
sit on the piano and stare at me like I’m a loon. Oddly enough, it seems to work, though I'm totally not telling him that.
So I figure if the cane works
for that, it’ll also work for the flow drills. I go through my positions, consulting
my story notes (too complicated just to remember- I had to write it all down),
and just at the climax of the story, as my ochs
brings his horns up unter Albert the fool’s backside, I finally
get my ‘snap’ just right and hear the whoosh of my sword-cane… and watch
in horror as the heavy silver head of the cane pops off and flies across the room at high velocity, only to WHACK my
poor puppy right in his fluffy butt. He yelps and leaps into the air, frantically running
to me and cowering behind my legs, trusting me utterly to save him, never even
considering that I might be the source of his current distress. Guilt consumes
me, and we spend the rest of the evening cuddling and eating ice cream.
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| Tonka Traumatized |
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