On a beam of shimmering light.

Today was simply not bad. "It's LoOg, it's LoOg... It's big, it's heavy it's wood! It's LoOg, it's LoOg... It's better than bad: it's good!"

Ummmmmm, to begin with we started the day around noon (which coincidentally is when i believe days should be started.) Took Steph, Aeon, 'n' Katja to the climbgym, whereat we purchased Steph a climbmembership. (Yoy!) Then we went to Home Despot, and i got some tools, including a bloody expensive Dremel attachment. Finally, i went climbing at the comp. Turned out, it was an ABS event and i had to pay to get in, and there were probably 200 people there. i was mildly bummed 'cuz i didn't feel precisely 100%, and didn't care much about scoring points. But pay i did. Quite inexplicably, i had one of the finest sessions of bouldering i've ever had. i ended up taking second place in the men's intermediate division. (They gave out ribbons to the sixth place, so it could well be that there were only 6 of us in the division, but they were all skinnier than i, and 10 years younger.) anyhow, i climbed somewhere between 16 and 20 problems-- half of 'em v2 and harder-- and i flashed all but one. The problems were, as usual, not graded, but assigned a point value of 5, 10, or 25 pts. 5 pointers comprised v0 through soft v2. 10s were mid-range: v2 through hard v3 or maybe v4-. 25 pointers were v3 through anything above that. Halfway through the comp i got tired and stopped to stretch a bit and relax. Then i somehow sent two 25 pointers back to back, and flashed 'em both. i saw some strong dudes fall off of both of 'em, and i only saw one of 'em repeated while i was there. So that was a nice feeling. Then i had a Stella Artois, and won an ice climbing guide to Ouray in a raffle. Made for a nice friday. Made me think that if i could drop a few lbs. and work on some weak spots in a desciplined fashion (e.g. slopers), there's real hope for reaching the next level.

Congratulations, B, on getting formally hitched. Most awsome.

Congratulations, G, on getting a ridiculously heavy tire. May it scratch that itch much better than booze, and lower yer plood pressure to boot. (i'll give 'er a try next time i'm down there.)

Peace.