Something frustrating I’ve come across is the fact that every time I come up with a new plan or a new interest, someone comes along and crushes it. With glee, on top of it all. Then I end up calling my doctor – God bless the man – and he says, “Well, we’ll just have to come up with a Plan B…” I told the Doc today that I was on plan Triple Z! “Well, we’ll just have to come up with a Plan B.” I’m glad he’s a patient man and that I’m affable enough that he puts up with me. There’s a special place in the afterlife for people like him – a particularly calm one where peace abounds. So, Plan B… Plan B is to continue climbing, regardless of my route setter’s status. I’m going to continue to do what makes me the happiest, which is climbing. That’s my plan. Always.
Content Rating PG, for the most part
I try to keep the content of my posts in the PG range (meaning that maybe your 13-year-old should not read it... Just kidding!) - you know, something I could get away with tastefully in the town square without getting lynched, tarred-and-feathered, or hung (and something my mother would NOT wash my mouth out with soap for). As far as what age you have to be to understand some of the subtleties of my humor in writing and/or speaking, well... That may vary. A lot.