She clung to the thin ledge, sweating, hands trembling and fingers grimly clenching the slender rim of rock.
There were only a few heartbeats to decide if she would trust the rock, and her own hands and her head.
She couldn't see where she was going now--climbing blind.
There was so much at stake, so much to lose.
She took a deep breath and lunged.
I guess that's my creative writing bit the for day. If there was any way I could abandon the cadavers and just go climbing for hours and hours, I would, in a heartbeat. But I can't. I don't feel like failing this test. And I can't find the palmaris brevis, and it's killing me. On that note, "cadaver" just sounds terrible. Is it a breach of ethics to refer to them as simply "dead people?" I call ours "Lady."
And while I'm on the subject of death, this weekend is our Murder Mystery dinner. I'm pretty excited. It's '20's themed, and we all have character legends to learn, and flapper outfits to put together, and food to make, and dances to practice...and at some point, somebody will die. I don't particularly want to die, but I don't think there's an option to "fight off the attacker," because...that would ruin the game? Guess I'll just have to stay in well-lit areas. :-D
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Murdermystery? Sweet.
Here's my problem with jumping being the focus: what comes after? You have to have some motivation for jumping, otherwise it's not as impressive. "Why did you jump?" "Because I felt that jumping would help me grow as a person" vs. "Why did you jump?" "Because my wife and children were burning to death and I have to save them."
The second one moves ME more. But I can only speak for me.
Well, I climb. Rocks, specifically. And that moment where you can't hold on any longer, but you don't know if there's going to be anything to grab onto when you lunge upwards...it's intense. You completely forget you have a rope and harness. You simply have to nerve yourself to act. And that, to me, is the most important part, because sometimes, inaction will kill you.
Hm. Well, I suppose that makes sense. It fits with carpe diem.
Perhaps the best analogue is Robert Frost's "Two Roads Diverged in a Yellow Wood," where the journey is of no consequence, but the decisions are monumental.
Captcha says "extrity." I agree, captcha. I agree.
You rock climb? On a regular basis? Ever need more company on these trips? (My hands ache for rocks.)
YES more company is always excellent! As soon as it gets warm enough, I'll let you know. The very thought makes me happy. :)
And I definitely own the complete set of poetry by Robert Frost. Spectacular.
You all and your poetry.
I think my poets list condenses to
Robert Browning
Lewis Carrol
Gerard Manley Hopkins
John Milton
and select poems of Byron, Tennyson, and Blake.
Yes, YES! Let me know! I have all the equipment for bouldering--but it sounds like you have top roping equipment. Have you ever been to Sand Mountain? (It's about 2 hours away, in Alabama.) It's got great places for top roping and bouldering and general exploring. I think it would be fun to do a day trip one Sabbath. When it gets warm?
I've never been--but I know my way around Upper Leda and Foster. :)
I've only got personal gear, aka harness, shoes, chalk bag; but some of my people have ropes, quick-draws, 'biners, etc. I'll definitely let you know.
Rob, if you've never read The Highwayman, by Alfred Noyes...do it. Some people think it's too singsongy, but I think it's genius.
Shel Silverstein and Dr. Seuss.
Use origins and insertions to figure out your arm and forearm muscles or you will be SCREWED! Snyder doesn't make you know them but your netter's will show you where they are-plates 438 and 439. without them you are forever in the land of forearm muscular indecision. learn from my pain so you too, do not have to suffer. Woman. Call me when you cannot find your palmaris brevis. I have done this twice. I can help you.
i love you.
I have read it. Read it again just now. It's very good. But I've never read anything else by Noyes. For example, I like the Ballad of Birmington and My Papa's Waltz, but they are just selected poems in a sea of poetry.
P.S. I like feeling melancholy. Thanks for reminding me of the Highwayman.
Excellent! (And I'm all over bouldering--I like it more than top roping, actually. So, literally, anytime, let me know.)
Hey, Brooke, I prefer bouldering, too! We should go sometime.
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