Endeavors while under the weather
Still sick, but back at work anyways. Slept about 4 hours last night for some inane reason- just couldn't make the transition from layin' still to restful sleep for some reason. I wish I could predict when these bouts of insomnia were going to beset me, I could pop an Ambion and force the issue- and not lose productivity the next day.
Was stupid/crazy enough to participate in a fencing/archery tournament combo (despite the sickies) on Sunday. Won the fencing portion by a hair's breadth; thank you adrenal glands, thank you! I may feel a wreck, but when rapier goes into glove and some hungry younger fencer who wants to stab me salutes me, you still do all a Don could ask.
Archery competition was quite vexing- this one competition had a gimmick in which, basically, only the red(2nd) and black(4th) circles of the traditional target counted. I started out trying to target the red ring specifically and that didn't work at all well-- way too many of my arrows were landing in the yellow or the blue circles and weren't worth a single point. I finally used my fuzzy brain and its fuzzy logic to come up with a fuzzy solution: Use fuzzy aim. I targetted the yellow bullseye but purposefully spent too little time refining my aim. Most of these arrows thus veered a bit wide and landed in the red circle. Not sure if this approach was entirely sensible or just the product of desperation, exhaustion and laziness, but it worked and I caught up to the folks who were ahead of me in the last two rounds.
The best part was my son came along to support his dad and participate in the archery tourney himself. He was actually quite well behaved once he understood that his dad had to marshal and teach and couldn't entertain him the entire time. (Of course the fact that the list-mistresses adopted him and fed him too many Kit-kat bars might have had something to do with it... but he was a good boy nonetheless.) He even showed some improvement on the archery line and after a round or two of instruction he told me "Its okay Dad, I know what to do, you can go shoot." What an independent little 7-year old he is, just like his dad- wanting to figure it out for himself.
Was stupid/crazy enough to participate in a fencing/archery tournament combo (despite the sickies) on Sunday. Won the fencing portion by a hair's breadth; thank you adrenal glands, thank you! I may feel a wreck, but when rapier goes into glove and some hungry younger fencer who wants to stab me salutes me, you still do all a Don could ask.
Archery competition was quite vexing- this one competition had a gimmick in which, basically, only the red(2nd) and black(4th) circles of the traditional target counted. I started out trying to target the red ring specifically and that didn't work at all well-- way too many of my arrows were landing in the yellow or the blue circles and weren't worth a single point. I finally used my fuzzy brain and its fuzzy logic to come up with a fuzzy solution: Use fuzzy aim. I targetted the yellow bullseye but purposefully spent too little time refining my aim. Most of these arrows thus veered a bit wide and landed in the red circle. Not sure if this approach was entirely sensible or just the product of desperation, exhaustion and laziness, but it worked and I caught up to the folks who were ahead of me in the last two rounds.
The best part was my son came along to support his dad and participate in the archery tourney himself. He was actually quite well behaved once he understood that his dad had to marshal and teach and couldn't entertain him the entire time. (Of course the fact that the list-mistresses adopted him and fed him too many Kit-kat bars might have had something to do with it... but he was a good boy nonetheless.) He even showed some improvement on the archery line and after a round or two of instruction he told me "Its okay Dad, I know what to do, you can go shoot." What an independent little 7-year old he is, just like his dad- wanting to figure it out for himself.