The only person in my life (besides ma mere et mon pere) to have witnessed more than three or four of my life reinventions is joyfully back in town for a time. I must say, it's nice to have a witness around. Somebody who can remind you of yourself - all the bullshit and glory you've forgotten - and who remains fixed in your life despite the inside stories and personal affliction that accompany all long-term relationships.We tied each other to ropes today and climbed the Vertical World walls for a few hours. And, I'll be damned if she didn't keep an eye on me a good 3/4 of the time. (I must admit the fine bald monkeys that congregate there can be a bit of a distraction... and I'm not sure I can even claim as constant a watch.)
I have sore arms now... all that reaching, flying, falling, and pulling yourself up again. And... come to think of it... I couldn't have done much of it without her...
