theology / civilisation

a nice weekend. it started with me being sad about the passing of my time as a single person and it ended with me with a cold or severe allergy attack or debilitating sinus thingamotron. but in the middle of all that, whoa man! that was super.

a whole lot of star trek: tng was watched, which is kind of sad, but it's a whole different matter when not done alone. right? right??? well, maybe. friday night/saturday morning was an anniversary of sorts. one year ago may 4/5 was the night i delayed 203's trip to wyoming by a week, and changed the course of both our lives. suggestions were made -- and quickly dismissed like an obnoxiously correct pre-ensign wesley crusher by a pre-beard snotty cmmdr. riker -- that we commemorate the occasion by recreating the sleeping arrangements of 5/5/2006. instead, she told me she loved me, two days earlier than the one year anniversary of the first time she told me, which itself was two days after i knew.

so, we got all that out of the way and woke up bright and early saturday to wait until afternoon to go climbing with fellow blogger and relapsed climber soopahviv. we hiked on down to one of the selected climbs and began what is called, in technical climbing jargon, "waiting". that out of the way, finally, we got down to business.

i am constantly amazed at the goofy, jury-rigged voodoo that passes for anchors, especially the notion of a "backup". i'm still very much a newbie, so perhaps someday i'll see the light, but for now, with what i know of how stuff works up there on the ropes, there was some seriously goofy stuff going on with other people's anchors.

but that's fine, it's their neck, not mine. the climbs were great. tons of fun, lots of good pictures, and a great experience all around. no injuries, no poison oak (i think), no ticks (i think!) and we plan to go again.

on the way home, alas, my scratchy, dry throat turned into a full blown something or another, and now i'm seriously doubting that i'll be able to pull my scheduled 320 tomorrow. that's a real bummer, on account of tomorrow's 320 is the culmination of a month long plan to break through the 320 barrier. i need to get it to stay on track for 11/14.

sunday was chores and errands, with indian food and leftovers. lots of me moping with the mopes, and a little cleaning. the guest bedroom (heh) needs to be cleaned out by the time 203's folks arrive, which finally provides us the impetus to stop using the room as a dumping ground.

also, the beer is still chewing bubblegum and kicking ass, with no signs of slowing down on either front. i would have liked to rack it this weekend, but 1) it's busy and 2) i have no siphon starter and 3) no, dammit, i'm not going to use vodka, a hose, and some distilled water, so stop asking.

reflecting back on the past year, i am amazed at how much my relationship to 203 has changed. part of it is the distance (or now, the lack of it) and part of it is the willful merging of our disparate paths. all doubts and discomforts aside, all sadness and misgivings about a life too short, well... you know. whatever.