Get well soon

Our aikido teacher is sick, which means that until further notice we have to attend the advanced class.  You will recall that this level makes me want to cry.  Sure enough, half way through Friday’s session I started blocking the scene in which I declare I will never come back to this class again.  It was right around when a newly black-belted old man had me bent into the ground and was upbraiding me for something, smelling of old cheese and pointing my face at his toes which look like pieces of old cheese, that I decided I had had enough.  And that his name was Ded Syr – Grampa Cheese. 

 

I hope our usual teacher gets well soon.  Maybe he will bounce back if I send him an FTD arrangement, like a teddy bear holding a carnation-filled mug that says “Get Well Beary Soon!”.  Or if I hot glue the FTD teddy bear carnation mug to a Whitman’s Sampler.   Or if I strap the teddy bear and Whitman’s Sampler to the back of a baby panda.  Or if the carnations and candy and baby panda are all delivered to his house in the arms of Patrick Swayze.   And Patrick Swayze lifts my aikido teacher up at the hips and spins him around and shouts “Get well beary soon!” until my aikido teacher is in ecstasy. 

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