Wednesday Night
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I figured out cool stuff! Like how to hold my sword in a different grip that works better with my arm (no aching today, which is totally cool!).
I take too big of steps when I advance and retreat. It's impossible for my brain to remember that I wear size 2 shoes, so I take a size 12 step and bobble all over the place and my consistency goes right out the window. So I must beat it into my brain that size 2 means roughly seven inches, and yes, that is smaller than the rest of my fencing world (Have you seen the size of Mateo's, Jack's, and Alhwin's feet? A "footlength" advance for them is easily an actual foot and a half!). It's okay. By the time I got done having Ambrose watch me in my playpen, I was remarkably better at advances and retreats. Now I'm going to do them until my brain gives up and admits defeat on the "You're small, you silly idiot!" issue.
Also, I drop my guard and act like a goofus when I do something I think is wrong. It's another thing to work on- just keep going, 'cause you can make a mistake and recover and not die, but if you go, "Aw, shucks, I did it again!" and lower your tip to the ground in frustration, they'll kill the heck out of you in a New York minute.
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The Irish Rovers are going to be in my hometown next month and I am so going to see them. YAY!! I love the Irish Rovers!! They're my favorite Irish singers ever!!!
...um. Except for Mateo, of course. ;-)
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I highly recommend Eithni's guest bedroom to anyone who enjoys the most comfortable everything. It was pretty to look at and heavenly-cloudish to sleep on. Plus, there was coffee and a happynote waiting for me when I woke up. I've never felt so pampered!
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...so....dang...happy...can't...contain...squeee!
I figured out cool stuff! Like how to hold my sword in a different grip that works better with my arm (no aching today, which is totally cool!).
I take too big of steps when I advance and retreat. It's impossible for my brain to remember that I wear size 2 shoes, so I take a size 12 step and bobble all over the place and my consistency goes right out the window. So I must beat it into my brain that size 2 means roughly seven inches, and yes, that is smaller than the rest of my fencing world (Have you seen the size of Mateo's, Jack's, and Alhwin's feet? A "footlength" advance for them is easily an actual foot and a half!). It's okay. By the time I got done having Ambrose watch me in my playpen, I was remarkably better at advances and retreats. Now I'm going to do them until my brain gives up and admits defeat on the "You're small, you silly idiot!" issue.
Also, I drop my guard and act like a goofus when I do something I think is wrong. It's another thing to work on- just keep going, 'cause you can make a mistake and recover and not die, but if you go, "Aw, shucks, I did it again!" and lower your tip to the ground in frustration, they'll kill the heck out of you in a New York minute.
Skip Skip Skip.
The Irish Rovers are going to be in my hometown next month and I am so going to see them. YAY!! I love the Irish Rovers!! They're my favorite Irish singers ever!!!
...um. Except for Mateo, of course. ;-)
Skip Skip Skip.
I highly recommend Eithni's guest bedroom to anyone who enjoys the most comfortable everything. It was pretty to look at and heavenly-cloudish to sleep on. Plus, there was coffee and a happynote waiting for me when I woke up. I've never felt so pampered!
Skip Skip Skip.
...so....dang...happy...can't...contain...squeee!