Woody Cavenaugh

I have been living in interesting times. My normal happy boring life hasn't returned yet, but things had slowed down enough that after I finished sewing the elastic back into the ankle of my knickers I was able to suit up after a fashion, and fence some saber. Some explenation is in order. Our saber lame's only go up to size 48. I wear a size 52 jacket. We aren't going to buy a size 52 saber lame, so I'm just going to have to become a size 48 if I intend to play saber with the normal kids. So in the near term, on saber night, if I get to play I put on a foil lame, and an overglove. I connect the overglove to the foil lame with a mask cord. This way those I fence against can hit deep target, they can hit my head, and they can get a stop cut on my wrist. My arms however, are not target.

As is often brougth up by those folks in class I fence against, it isn't fair, on the other hand, it teaches them to be smarter. Last night was special, not only because it was the first physical activity I have been involved in in weeks, I won all of my bouts. I used to think of fencers as using youth and skill, or age and treachery. I now think of it as age and experience. Not that I used any of those.

I won because of my new lucky Wash LYNDONO patch. He wore it on his left sleeve, I wear it on my left sleeve. I am a leaf in the wind, watch me soar!