Jen’s parents were just in town for a weekend visit. They brought along a few birthday presents, among them a red swingline stapler (a la Office Space). They had no idea that Jen had been serious when she kept saying “just bring him a red swingline stapler! Seriously!”
Nobody touches the precious. Nobody.
Climbed with a toprope for the first time in almost two months today. The one other person in the gym was a girl (13? 14?) who wanted to try a 5.12+ route, and I was the only person around. For reference, the “5” means “you’re going to have to use your hands to get up this trail” and the “12” is a difficulty rating. I’ve been climbing for over a year now, and I’ve climbed 5.10’s once or twice. It’s some sort of log scale: 12 is way out of my league. There is currently debate about whether 5.15 is a meaningful rating. Said debate is limited to the couple of dozen people in the world who can climb 5.14’s. Anyway, she was nice enough to give me some pointers on the 5.8 that I almost fell off of.
Going to be a busy week.
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