Change. It’s inevitable. Everybody’s on their own path — their own trajectory — toward something, and it never seems to be anywhere near where mine is taking me. Where am I going, again? Oh, yeah. Climbing and writing. And church, if that counts. I’m really stressed right now and it’s not something I feel like I can tell anybody. Well, I can tell the Doc, whom I see this morning (thankfully), but as far as people traveling down the pathway with me, they keep splitting off and I find myself alone again, always starting over, or trying to, at least. Am I a loner for life? At least I’m married!!! It’s good to be married to my best friend. At least I have that!
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 