The Queen calls, so I'll make this short.

Another good mass. Now at mass, they sort of hooked me at church. I had never heard of a two-part sermon, sorta thing, but that’s what they did. The last half is tomorrow. I hadn’t planned on going but I guess I will. Plus, I met a fellow who had been in my initiation class. We went for lunch at a nearby barbeque shop and discussed life as new members of the church and life in general. I’m trying to get him to walk some paths and get in a bit better shape. I am not so sure he is interested. Dang, I forgot to ask if he golfs. I’ll have to send an email.

I got a call back from the “guy who runs the thing” at the rock climbing wall. Sounds like my size won’t be a problem and I am more comfortable knowing what to wear, as the woman I talked to initially, was like, you know, sort of like, unsure, but thought maybe, like, this or that would be, like, ok. She was not happy to be talking to me either. At least the “secretary” and the “guy who runs the thing” were pleasant. So, tonight at 6:00 I’ll drive over and see if I can get this going. Of course I am excited, but a little nervous too. I pay twenty dollars, then they teach me what they believe I really need to know, then I come back in “soon” and they test me on my knowledge retention. Well, that’s all fine and good, but it’s been decades since I tied a knot so I’m hoping we aren’t looking at even ten pseudo complicated knots, plus other information. Hmmm, might have to take a note pad, take down the names of the knots, maybe sketch a few things, and of course general notes. I’m also a little unsure about my ability to climb. I guess one never knows until one tries. I’m probably worrying too much.

The Q.O.D. didn’t stop by today. However, she just called with an, as usual, cryptic plea. She just indicated she needs brute strength, something she unhappily admitted she didn’t have. Oh, she also indicated leather or a shoehorn might be good, to protect my fingers. I suggested gloves, at which she said “Oh yeah!” *Ding* So, I’m off. And it’s raining, thundering, and probably some tornado or high wind warnings. Dunno, just looking out my window, I really don’t listen to the news.

Update: (and a few corrections)

The task was simply assembling a cot. Now, I’m not going to belabor her delicacy as other than in a cutesy way when she is over one of my lines, it isn’t something I bother about. It’s just a fact. And, to be honest, I feel for her. She tries her little sparrow heart out, but her body does not match her will nor my pinky. The task was simple, I didn’t need to use any of my real strength, just a few flicks with a thumb which was little more than flipping a light switch. A few of the joints needed a bit more, but not so much as to require even a fraction of my concentration.