I was certainly thinking of ita as I learned the 7 elbows of Krav Maga last weekend.
ita's thread
A place where we can talk about ita, miss ita, and share information about memorials. The hugging started over here in Natter.
I should have expected the hit, and yet. My summer binge viewing has begun with Elementary. After watching the first 9 episodes and being enthralled, the next logical step was to hit the old thread from 2012 to read the discussion of the beginning of the series. First two posts, ita and Ginger. Really universe, why you gotta do me like that?
Really universe, why you gotta do me like that?
Cause she's a bitch, like the rest of us.
Reading through the Procedurals thread in conjunction with my Elementary watching has been a wonderful trip down memory lane despite the pain. Mostly I love being reminded what happened when you would post something without thinking it through and/or having your defenses ready. How many times did we panic when hit with a pointed ita challenge to some post? That said, I so enjoyed this quote that I wanted to see it again.
"Me being wrong before doesn't affect my conviction now." ita 2/23/13
Oh my! I have many feels about being taken to the process and logic woodsheds by ita.
I was an over-cautious user of whitefont. Not once did I get away with applying it inappropriately.
She was similar, in that way, to one of my favorite undergrad professors. I'll never forget either one of them.
I am backing up my external drive and I found the picture that ita sent me of Nathan at the Serenity premiere.
Head full of ita today...
It has occurred to me that I read/lurk here about once a week. Yesterday was one of those days. And then I came across ita, Ginger, and omnis' posts. And then it occurred to me that while trying unintentionally to block out the thought about their deaths, not remembering it in my daily life while being an adult with life stuff, I am also blocking out the unbelievable amounts of love and intention they poured into this place.
And I think I might be disservicing their memory and myself with this attitude. It hurts, but I would like to remember them much more often.
Love never dies. I believe this with all my heart and soul. It may change, but it does not die.
Went to my second krav class yesterday. We practiced defending against bear hugs; I now have a bruise the diameter of a golfball working it's way to the surface of my forearm and a welt on my neck that kind of looks like a hickey. Talking to the instructor afterwards in the locker room, she told me she appreciated my aggression.
I hope I can find a way to keep doing krav. I wish ita were here to talk to about it.