In memory of the sword…
The first sword ended with a broken blade when I failed to catch it after a toss and it landed on hard, bare dirt. It was my favorite, with beautiful etching on the blade and a good hilt. I kept the hilt for a long time, but it must be gone by now.
RIP, First Sword. Also RIP those red, white, and blue (with stars!) suede tennis shoes I’m wearing.
I never bonded with the second sword, which wasn’t as pretty and didn’t have a scabbard. I wasn’t sad to relinquish it at the end of my last marching season. However, Sword 2.0 was the one I used to knight my sister’s golden retriever, Brutus. Here you can see that he was so impressed with the entire ceremony that he had to lie down and do that thing dogs do.
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in yourself, that you must lick your under-things.”
Sheer poetry…
(Damn, you’re funny.)
You are just like the Queen, have you knighted Tom or Timothy yet?
I won’t say which queen, you can pick, Victoria or one of the Elizabeths…..I’ve dibsed Alexandra and Mary for myself hon.
aw man, what i wouldn’t give for some cool shoes like that now!
That was my first thought, exactly. Sweet ba-jeebus, those are freakin’ awesome sneakers — I’m obsessed w/ sneakers…