followed by mystical nonsense
(For those of you who can read this--it is still a work in progress--I'm trying to figure out what I'm really trying to say in the tempo section.)
There was a fire outside the fencing hall Friday night, and the hall was still filled with fumes yesterday, so I didn't get a lesson from Istvan. So instead of providing a lesson, I'm going to muse a bit about what I think about sabre.
I went to the local Turkey Shoot and it was a disaster as far as results are concerned. I really, really, wish I'd gone to the Louisville event instead, but then I had the problem of transportation and the Spousal Unit's anticipated arrival at the NEW, NEVER VISITED BEFORE airport. [I dropped him off at the old one and now I get to pick him up at the new one with no idea where anything is located.] Blah!
There were 17 of us fencing at the new Bladepoint location. The new facility
Decisions, decisions.... Should I go to the Louisville Bourbon, which will be a C2 event or the local Turkey Shoot, which will be a D1 event? I signed up for both and told the local event that unless something major occurred, I'd be going to the other event.
This morning, I woke up with a swollen left knee, a swollen throat, and an upset stomach. The knee swelling is particularly annoying as I've had this under control for a while and now... there it is again. Drat!
My ballet instructor lived on the vinegar diet when she needed to lose weight, put quarters down her butt and in her bun to pass the scale, and did lots of crazy things in general that would have put some wrestlers to shame. By the time she was forty, she looked like sixty. She ran a prestigious company, and most of the girls were expected, at minimum to go to the California schools to continue their training. If she knew you had money, then you were expected to fly out to New York or Chicago to
Well, time for an update, and I do apologise if this kinda goes off on a tangent or twenty, as I find it really hard to talk about my thoughts and feelings.
After moving back to my old place of work, and rejecting a nice pay rise, I went out for the leaving night out for one of the assistant managers. Got accused of something by someone who should know better, and got a bit of a beating for it. Net result is, due to a reaction to the head injuries I received, I went a bit nuts, then