Woody Cavenaugh

When I left the house this morning it was 33 degrees outside. I'm glad I chose to wear a sweater. I'm in a good mood, but I awoke in a bad. The dog barking and the alarm clock woke me up. At the time I was dreaming that Cameron had talked me into going to a weekend long coaches seminar somewhere that required we fly in a plane. When we arrived I realized that she had tricked me into going to coaches college, which is an entire week. To make maters worse as soon as we got there she went off with her coaching friends and left me there abandoned and betrayed. I'm not even supposed to be here!

I like to go to bed at 10pm, that's my pumpkin hour. Last night something was good on TV so I stayed up until 11pm. During the show it sounded like our house was having wet towels dropped on from a great height. We realized it was the trees, which had chosen that moment to dump about a quarter of their leaves at once. Last year Sara and I happened to be home during the day when the trees dropped half of their leaves at once. It made a big "WUMP!" sound. Now that we know that leaves don't fall, but are pushed, I guess this means that trees poop too.

In fencing last night, I broke the blade of my last original electric foil while fencing Mario. Of my original equipment I only have one dry foil and one dry saber remaining. The foil I keep hanging on the wall in my office. The saber I use occasionally, but as we practice electric, it doesn't see much use anymore. I can feel my past slipping away. First it was my jacket, than my knickers. I had put all of my electric gear into the club supply because at the time we didn't have much. Soon after one of my original electric foils broke followed by one of my original electric epees. I took my remaining electric gear out of the club gear. We had a good inventory by this time. Six or eight months ago my epee blade broke and I had to buy new ones. Now my last original electric weapon has given up the ghost. I feel like if something happens to my dry saber and my dry foil I will have lost all connection to my fencing past.

Its odd really. I suppose it is like many first in ones life. First car, first love, first kiss, and other similar first. You never forget your first. But like my first love and my first kiss, these first are nothing more than memories now. See what I mean about my past slipping away? The only difference is I don't want to lose my fencing past. I don't mind at all my first kiss is a memory, my first other similar thing is nothing more than a memory of laying on the floor and watching Doctor Who: Revenge of the Cybermen (Great episode). I can always buy the DVD. The rest of that stuff is happily behind me.

Fencing however is not behind me. I'll be able to replace the blades, but I'll never get that feeling back. First blade flush I guess they would say.