On Belay

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...