Another Aikido Test: My turn! I told you about Emma’s test, but last Wednesday I stood at the shomen. It’s a blur. The salient point was being asked to do hanmi handachi (you’re on your knees, but your attacker is on his feet and fully mobile). I hadn’t practiced it in quite some time, but I knew that there’s a built-in advantage: The attacker has to come down to you, so you’ve automatically got him off balance. Of course, Sensei knew how to take that away: After some standard attacks, he said, “Ok, kick him.” Aaaaahhhhh!
But it all worked out. I didn’t get hurt (neither in the physical sense nor in the embarrassment sense), and I did advance two levels. I’m still a brown belt, but I’m at the highest level you can be without being black. If you’re at all interested in seeing pictures of this august event, go to http://www.sneakyfeetaikido.com/, then click on the Pictures link, and then on the Dave’s 1st Kyu Exam link (all the way at the bottom).
Your Government at Work: I received a letter from the IRS (be still my heart!). Gradually, I worked up the nerve to open it. “We changed your account,” it informed me. “The nerve!” I responded, although not out loud. Turns out they chose to investigate my 2004 tax return and discovered that I owed — gasp! — 86 cents.
Really. They sent me a letter to tell me that a two-year-old tax return was off by 86 CENTS.
They (And why “they”? They called themselves “we,” but the IRS is one thing, an “it”) concluded that the amount was too small to be considered, and ended their letter thus: “Please don’t send a payment.”
Ok.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
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Wow! I was really impressed to see you take on so many people, including your own daughter!! Which one was Sensai? I thought the pants were weirdly cool, too.
And may you never have anything more frightening from "them" -- it, the IRS -- than that you owe 86 cents and shouldn't bother to pay.
You should try to fold em! The hakama (as the garmet is properly called) has one pleat in the back and three pleats in the front of each leg, meaning that everyone who gets to wear one spends a good ten minutes putting it away after class ends. Not that I'd give it up, of course; wearing a hakama is very much a privilege of rank.
The IRS never forgets. Good thing your accountant has a black belt.
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