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I've been deferring the first entry for some time, trying to compose it mentally. Time to act rather than to plan.
I'd been looking forward to class all last week; it was a stressful week, and I really needed the tension relief that comes from sweating. but when I woke up, things began to go wrong. First I found otu that the dogi had been washed, but not dried. Then breakfast rice caught on fire in the microwave and burned through the rice cooker. THen I discovered that the dogi were not drying - two hours in the dryer and they were still soaking wet. I called my daughter and cancelled class.
Then I remembered that I had a spare dogi. So I called the daughter and told her that if she would be willing to wear sweats, I'd really like to go. I put my spare dogi in the bag & grabbed her wet uniform. Picked up the daughter and headed for class. Then I had an idea. I rolled down the window and hung the uniform pants out the window, and the top out another. Between the dry air and the speed of the car (bernouli effect ), the uniform dried. My daughter thought this was the funniest thing in teh world. She still gave me good natured grief - as did everyone when we got to class.
Sensei started work with hand grab releases - stuff I haven't worked on in close to 20 years. I found it marvelously fun, but the effort of trying to get the first one right drove all the others from my mind, and my partner had to remind me. My daughter worked in with us (we had an odd nu