Another beautiful day here in southern California. I started working on my electrical wiring, but didn't get very far. Some of my tools were missing...... Hmmm, they were broken in February and I am still waiting for replacements. You would think that another resentment was brewing, but quite the opposite. I will have to replace them myself, and not wait any longer for NVF to become responsible.

I went fencing on Saturday, and once again, had a blast. I fenced with Chris, Ian and Alex. What a group! Chris is a quiet, mild-mannered epeeist, who fences foil when his real opponents are not around. Put this guy on the strip with a sword, and he becomes a wild man. He was having a bit of trouble aiming for the lame`, and scattered welts up and down my left side. One poorly aimed thrust went under my jacket, down my sweats, past the skivvies, and skidded over my abdomen to rest just inches above one of my favorite body parts. I might have to invest in some additional protective gear to continue fencing with Chris.

Ian is a young college student that doesn't waste any energy. His technique is as smooth as a well oiled machine. I don't know of anyone else that can parry and riposte with such fine precision. He is so much fun to fence.

Alex is a middle-age Italian with orangutan arms. He generally has up to three girlfriends at a time, and his only admission is, "Never trust an Italian." Sometimes I beat him, and sometimes I don't. It is always a guessing game with him because I never know what he is going to do. Somehow he defies the laws of physics.

They all managed to protest when I tried to leave early to attend the pottery sale in the park, so I stayed an additional hour. I am way too out of shape to fence for three hours straight. Add several hours of two-stepping that evening, and this old body was saying bad things to me. Sunday was a day of non-movement with only a Tango lesson in the evening.

Life is good.