So we’ve worked real hard at making this house our own. Creating it’s own, unique, character.
Today I moved a little closer to that goal with an unintended but purpose serving action.
I wounded my house.
My first TKD inflicted house wound.
Initially I thought about offering $5 to the first person who found the scar in the house. But I know who would win it (Maggie). And it wouldn’t be fair to those of you loyal readers who don’t know me or where I live. And as much as I love writing and telling stories about life in general, I don’t want to toss out my address to the world of the internet and have strangers come and scrutinize my house looking for the scar.
I will, however, tell you how it happened.
I was twirling a staff. A long stick of wood. That’s all you get, it’s all you need. Long stick, twirling , inside a very small house. Things happen.
So now this house has the first of many a markings. By comparison? The other house, the one I love and cherish and have to let go…. It has marks on the ceilings (yes plural), floors (yes plural), and dents in a few things. This house that I am starting to love and beginning to cherish and starting to hold on to, it has one.
We must start somewhere, mustn’t we?