Talking to the Owl

I’ve been meaning to post a picture of my Freres de Fer pour le Pomme de Terre. We fenced valiantly but not well enough to advance to the second round. I’m a little sorry we didn’t advance, but I fenced well and had fun, and that’s what matters most. For those of you who don’t follow fencing, the Pomme de Terre is an annual tournament put on by the New England division and draws fencers from all over the East coast and Canada. “Pomme de Terre” means “potato” and I assume it is a pun on the French slogan, “Pris de Fer,” which means, “Take the Blade.” Taking the blade in fencing is generally done by parrying or binding in some way and is quickly then followed by a ripost.

Those few friends and relatives who follow my blog probably are more interested in why everything disappeared than my latest fencing adventure. My old blog database was corrupted and so I started a new blog. I take it as a lesson in impermance. The old entries are somewhere on the system and perhaps I’ll link to them. Perhaps, though, I will just let them go and start on new entries. Life just keeps happening and the newest events are always the most interesting.