Wow, have I ever had a stressful week! Without going into all the details, I will say that I do need to get back to climbing for distress tolerance purposes! My knee has good days and bad days, and my wrist is in rough shape, but I have to get back to climbing. I just have to! There’s nothing in the world like climbing for managing my PTSD and improving my health! I got my fishing license yesterday, too. The Doc thinks that fishing would be good for me while my knee heals up some. He filled out the application for me so I could get a disabled fishing permit, which is significantly cheaper than a regular fishing license (I can get a discounted deer tag, too). So now I just have to pick up some worms and grab my fishing pole, and off I go! I haven’t gone fishing in years! I know it’ll be fun. I hardly ever catch anything, but I don’t keep what I catch, anyway. I’m a catch-and-release fisherman. Let ’em live another day. If I was a fish, that’s what I’d want. I’d say hello to you, and thanks for the worm, but I’d want to get back to the water ASAP! If I was a fish…
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.
CLIMBING 4 THE REST OF US 