Saturday, November 21, 2009

Oh to be a young boulderer

As opposed to being one of a certain age; the little climbing workout in the afternoon was fun, anyway. We thought about all the young athletes able to ascend so nicely, and hoped it would inspire us.
Our nonegenarian stated an interest in watching a certain football game that she and Dad always looked at every year, as my beloved brother went to one of the rival schools. If things weren't going well for his team by halftime or into the third quarter, my dad would declare the game over, and walk off in disgust. He would have done so during this year's contest, undoubtedly. Mother and I chuckled over the memory.


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