and they say that the trees are dying
Oct. 28th, 2002 10:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
joflasherbut I don't believe them
Yay, autumn! Trees and rain and pumpkins and Halloween and apples and spices and and and *takes a deep breath*
Friday after work I stopped at Haymarket and got a HUGE chunk of salmon. This was a good thing, since after climbing, I invited Simon, Ahn, Mike and Margo all over for grilled salmon and cheddar garlic mashed potatoes (thanks, Boy) and stuff. A good time was had by all but we didn't finish eating until after midnight. I blame the gym closing at 10:00.
Climbing was pretty good. I haven't been doing it as much as I should and I'm back down to 5.7+'s and 5.8's. I fell off of one 5.8 4 times after only 3 moves. Very frustrating. Boy got up on it and fell off of it too, though he got farther. We then grabbed Mike and Simon and sent them up it (both are solid 5.10, 5.11 climbers). They thought it was fun. Everyone agreed that it was not a 5.8 by any stretch of the imagination.
Climbs at the gym are labeled accourding to who designed the climb, any particular features that are on, the rating accourding to heights of the climber and when it was put up. There is one guy, DK, who seems to just suck at creating or grading his climbs. The 5.8 was stressing 5.11 climbers. His stuff seems to be full of awkard holds and weird angles and stuff you just can't do unless you are within an inch his height. Now I like the weird bend or balancing as much as the next but you get a little sick of it when the entire climb has you hanging sideways on the wall (no, I'm not joking) because there is no other way to reach anything. Argh. I think I just need to avoid his climbs. Mike and Simon already do.
S and A stayed over at our place Friday night and Boy and I cooked a huge breakfast for them. Boy had to go to work (boo) and I took S and A shopping for Halloween costume stuff.
Sunday we went up to the farm. Sage was a complete nutball. Both the Boy and I have rope burns on our hands from him running away with us on the lunge line. Time to get work gloves. He also crashed through the one piece of fencing in the riding arena. We finally got him convinced that running away and dragging us wasn't any fun. I then tried picking his feet, which almost got me kicked. We spent a good 15 minutes just doing his back feet. I would pick it up, he'd kick, kick, kick, I wouldn't let go, he'd try to walk off, I'd hold on, he'd almost fall over and slam down on his knees, I'd let him get up. Repeat. By the end, he'd pick each foot up and hold it until I told him to let it down. Needless to say, we didn't try riding him. The ring was all muddy and slippery from the rain and he was being a complete pita. I did make him do 30 minutes of ground work, including stopping at the mounting block and not moving. Dumb game.
We were too tired to do much else. Boy didn't want to ride at all and I was indifferent. I got Majic out just because she was being all wishful at us. Put on her bridle and rode her around the ring bareback for awhile. Got a great workout trying to do a posting trot without stirrups. Felt alot like a good heavy volleyball practice used to. I should do that more often. Boy was picking on me for not getting very high. I told him he could show me how to do it better. He got on, asked for a trot and prompty decided bareback trotting on the super bouncy Majic is not a great idea for a guy. He only did about 1/4 of a lap and most of that was him hunched over and saying "whoa" while trying to, um, protect himself. I almost fell over laughing. I don't think he was amused but I didn't hear anymore about my posting.
Afterwards, we went apple picking. We now have a few pounds of beautiful apples, half of which are for me to cook with. We also got a couple pumpkins. Jack'olanterns coming soon.
Yay, autumn! Trees and rain and pumpkins and Halloween and apples and spices and and and *takes a deep breath*
Friday after work I stopped at Haymarket and got a HUGE chunk of salmon. This was a good thing, since after climbing, I invited Simon, Ahn, Mike and Margo all over for grilled salmon and cheddar garlic mashed potatoes (thanks, Boy) and stuff. A good time was had by all but we didn't finish eating until after midnight. I blame the gym closing at 10:00.
Climbing was pretty good. I haven't been doing it as much as I should and I'm back down to 5.7+'s and 5.8's. I fell off of one 5.8 4 times after only 3 moves. Very frustrating. Boy got up on it and fell off of it too, though he got farther. We then grabbed Mike and Simon and sent them up it (both are solid 5.10, 5.11 climbers). They thought it was fun. Everyone agreed that it was not a 5.8 by any stretch of the imagination.
Climbs at the gym are labeled accourding to who designed the climb, any particular features that are on, the rating accourding to heights of the climber and when it was put up. There is one guy, DK, who seems to just suck at creating or grading his climbs. The 5.8 was stressing 5.11 climbers. His stuff seems to be full of awkard holds and weird angles and stuff you just can't do unless you are within an inch his height. Now I like the weird bend or balancing as much as the next but you get a little sick of it when the entire climb has you hanging sideways on the wall (no, I'm not joking) because there is no other way to reach anything. Argh. I think I just need to avoid his climbs. Mike and Simon already do.
S and A stayed over at our place Friday night and Boy and I cooked a huge breakfast for them. Boy had to go to work (boo) and I took S and A shopping for Halloween costume stuff.
Sunday we went up to the farm. Sage was a complete nutball. Both the Boy and I have rope burns on our hands from him running away with us on the lunge line. Time to get work gloves. He also crashed through the one piece of fencing in the riding arena. We finally got him convinced that running away and dragging us wasn't any fun. I then tried picking his feet, which almost got me kicked. We spent a good 15 minutes just doing his back feet. I would pick it up, he'd kick, kick, kick, I wouldn't let go, he'd try to walk off, I'd hold on, he'd almost fall over and slam down on his knees, I'd let him get up. Repeat. By the end, he'd pick each foot up and hold it until I told him to let it down. Needless to say, we didn't try riding him. The ring was all muddy and slippery from the rain and he was being a complete pita. I did make him do 30 minutes of ground work, including stopping at the mounting block and not moving. Dumb game.
We were too tired to do much else. Boy didn't want to ride at all and I was indifferent. I got Majic out just because she was being all wishful at us. Put on her bridle and rode her around the ring bareback for awhile. Got a great workout trying to do a posting trot without stirrups. Felt alot like a good heavy volleyball practice used to. I should do that more often. Boy was picking on me for not getting very high. I told him he could show me how to do it better. He got on, asked for a trot and prompty decided bareback trotting on the super bouncy Majic is not a great idea for a guy. He only did about 1/4 of a lap and most of that was him hunched over and saying "whoa" while trying to, um, protect himself. I almost fell over laughing. I don't think he was amused but I didn't hear anymore about my posting.
Afterwards, we went apple picking. We now have a few pounds of beautiful apples, half of which are for me to cook with. We also got a couple pumpkins. Jack'olanterns coming soon.
