I watched the news, the pictures of a man climbing El Capitan alone. A solo feat, no wires, no safety net,
Only chalk and hands, feet and guts. I struggle climbing stairs. I’ve fallen on level surfaces, tripping on my
Own shoelaces, or worse yet, over nothing at all. I’ll drink a toast to the man and his mountain, and ask for help getting to bed.
It’s a really long walk, and the tiles are slippery.
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Doing the best I can with what I have
kind of sad, but not so bad with cheese. cheese not provided.
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I think a glass of red wine might help you make the journey!
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Or make it more perilous!
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Darling ..periodically I climb. I do things you do not want to know about as I Leave behind myself in hotel rooms and hope I will come back to collect me. This guy is something else. Truly xxxxx
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You are a brave woman! I can climb–my issue is coming back down!
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I think that is harder. It can take longer actually. xx
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Great post.
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Thank you!
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