On Fencing and Tennis Balls

Sorry for the lack of posts this last week. I haven't felt up to it. And I didn't want to spend all my time blogging ranting and crying and wanting to die. Because, let's face it, that is just a drag. Hopefully this current cycle of rapid-cycling is tapering off.

But what I really wanted to talk about today is the prevalence of fencing in our society. This sport can be found on any street one walks down. Many times evidence of extensive fencing is plainly visible. This teasing, potentially violent sport is indulged in by young and old, male and female alike. I admit that even in my own household, fencing occurs with a rabid, frenzied violence that I would find highly disturbing anywhere else. As it is, I find fencing highly amusing. In fact, I love sitting on my front porch after a long day at work ale in hand, watching my dog fence with my neighbor's puppy. My normally quiescent dog gets a positively wild look in her eyes as she bounds up and down my neighbor's fence trying to get another dog to bark. After a while, I let my neighbor's dog out and the two of them run around my front yard drooling on each other (it is important to have a large bucket of water for this phase to encourage good drool and slobber production). After a while one of the dogs will find a Tennis Ball. Normally, neither cares a whit about tennis balls, but if another dog has one, the Tennis Ball becomes all important. They will run each other ragged stealing the Sacred Tennis Ball from each other. And I, I just sit sipping my ale, knowing that today I do not have to take her for a walk.

So, there is my silliness for the day. For later, some stories about gratuitous stupidity, and the (mostly) men who do them.